At nine o'clock, the car was silent as Neron drove Bella back to the mansion.
After a day of visiting all the places she dreamt of visiting, the backseat was crowded with bags, and Bella was exhausted, yet excited.
As the vehicle drove past “ pastry and sweets,” Bella shouted, “Stop.”
Subconsciously Neron stepped on the brake and stared at her in annoyance.
“Do you like ice cream?” Bella mumbled with a sparkle in her eyes.
“No,” Neron said, watching the excitement on her face slowly fade.
“Oh,”
“You want some?”
“It's okay.”
Frowning, Neron pushed the car door open and got down. Then he walked over to her door and opened it.
“No, really, It's fine,” Bella said, staring at him.
Without uttering a word, Neron grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her out of the car.
Then he headed
