"No way," said Bella.
"It's already 10 p.m., Maybe Bella's already asleep," Bryan said. Bella nodded, there was a truth said by her husband, then she looked for the number of her biological child, who was none other than Barnard Anderson.
"I want to talk to Barnard, Ma'am."
"Hm," deemed Bryan.
Fortunately, Elena has been found, otherwise Barnard will be exhausted until he is found unable to look after Elena. The girl herself chose to leave. CK, damn it, Barnard's delaying the time to see Jasmine. It turned out that her mother called just to ask how her beloved daughter-in-law was, who she said had fallen asleep. The man then mendumel. He went to see Jasmine.
In a blue lamborghini, he left the palace. A palace without happiness. The palace that was supposed to be able to give anything to Elena was in fact only in the form of tears that she got. On the edge of the bed, while hugging the figures of her parents, Elena cried.
"Ma, Pa, Elena misses you, Elena wants to put an end to all this!"
"Barnard did not love Elena."
"She just pretended to love El," the girl's sobs broke out.
The reality is that such a big house does not promise comfort for him. Elena reached for her cell phone on the nightstand, which turned out to have a weak battery. He wanted to call his mom and Dad. Perhaps by hearing them speak Elena's heart had at least slightly improved.
***
Today, two days have passed since Elena was locked in the room, Barnard came to the room wearing a blue suit. The man looked at Elena with a flat expression. Elena looked at the floor.
"My parents are coming tomorrow night. Do you know what to do?"
Without a word, Barnard nodded. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"
"Don't waste my time!"
"I hear you, you don't have to yell at me! Elena looked up, Barnard then smiled obliquely, "once again you try to escape, I will not hesitate to punish you more severely than this!"
Before long, a waitress knocked on the door carrying a tray containing a glass of white milk and white bread with strawberry jam combined. "Come in," said Barnard.
"This is your message," said Mrs. Kinatih.
Barnard nodded slightly. "I'm sorry," said Mrs. Kinatih after placing the man's order on the nightstand.
"Eat! I don't want them to think I don't care about you!"
"It's true, right? You're not taking care of me and you're busy dating other women out there?"
Barnard was then struck by the words that came out of the innocent girl's mouth. "How dare you say that?!"snapped Barnard. The man advanced, pulling Elena's hand hard.
"I should never have wanted to marry you!"
"You think I'm happy with this marriage? I'm also tired and fed up," Elena continued to rebel because her hand was held tightly by the man. "Let go! It hurts, Barnard!"
"Apologize immediately!"
"I'm not going to apologize, because you're the one here!"
Barnard was furious until he lost control and slapped the girl on the right cheek. Elena reflexively touched her cheek, her eyes reddened, holding back the cry that was already in her eyelids. The sound of a loud bang reached outside. While outside the door, the maid there was very afraid that something untoward would happen to Elena.
"You deserve that!" Barnard had just left. The man slammed the door loudly. After the man disappeared from behind the door, Elena burst into tears again.
"How can I be happy in this marriage?"
***
"You'd better be with Tamara, Adam."
Thomas nodded in agreement at Levin's words. "Right, you're just the same Tamara. She and you are single, you are compatible. What are you waiting for?" growled Thom. Adam shook his head.
"You deserve to be married. After all, love can come with time."
"Tamara is already Adam's best match. What other woman do you want? What's so bad about Tamara?" insisted Levin. Adam nodded again. Both of his friends were breathing.
"Don't you feel sorry for the others?" said Levin. "Well, the two of us got married just fine. What traumatized you?"
Adam replied, "I don't know. I just want to be alone until I find that one..."
***
“Are you home yet?" asked Barnard. "I was in a taxi," Elena said. "Good," the man said, then cut off the phone. Elena stared at the phone screen with a sigh. Barnard only asked her to buy new clothes because her parents would come without taking her away. So, Elena decided to just go to California. Try to get some fresh air too.
Elena put the phone back in. He had to put the mask on in front of the adults. To be honest, Elena herself didn't know what else she had to defend if Barnard himself never wanted her.
Arriving at the mansion, the man took off his tie and laid on the mattress carelessly. He sat on the side of the bed with one foot on top of the other. His hand rubbed his chin as he thought of a girl he saw in a restaurant while eating with his friends. I don't know why he was attracted to her. The girl looked simple, wearing a peach-colored dress with beautiful tanned hair. Has a sharp nose and runny lips. And for the first time had he noticed such a woman? Until now the shadow of the girl's face had not escaped his sight.
Adam lay down on the bed. The man was still wearing his office uniform. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling of the room, “who was that woman? Why do I keep thinking about it?”
There was a feeling he couldn't explain. Adam reached for the phone in his pants pocket, still in the same position, he looked at the phone just above his face. Adam sought out Levin's contacts. He wanted to tell the man. Who knows? Levin might help him? Because, indeed, when he was at the restaurant he didn't tell Levin or Thomas either.
When the call was connected, only then did Adam change position. He sat back down, now leaning against the head of the bed.
"Hello?”
“What's wrong, Adam?”
“Are you really working?”
"Obviously, I'm in the middle of...”
"Honey.”
The voice came from across the phone. Adam was sure that Levin was with his wife. Adam hastened to close the door. I don't want to disturb the couple. Now he sighed, his mind raging. Why did he think so of the girl?
“I have to find her, even if I have to hire someone to find out who the girl is!”
“He's really driving me crazy.”
Adam saw it for the first time. 'Arrrgh, what's wrong with me?’