Chapter 24
A week had passed, and Bella was starting to feel impatient. She instructed Stacy to call Oliver, telling him that she had fainted at home and was recuperating. And, just like that, Oliver showed up at her door around 7 a.m. in a panic. "Hmph!" Bella scoffed to herself. "Busy? Men are all liars. Maybe he's getting tired of her." “Babe! Where are you?” Oliver’s voice echoed as he stumbled onto the rug, desperately trying to regain his balance. "Where is she? Is she okay?" His voice was laced with fear, followed by a flicker of shock as he found Bella lounging on the couch, eating grapes, looking perfectly fine—nothing like the fainted, dying woman Stacy had described. Bella pouted, her acting skills on full display. "If Stacy hadn't told you that I fainted, would you have even rushed
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