When the office door opened, Neron wasn't surprised to see Bella walk into the room.
Neglecting the work on his desk, he stood from his seat and approached her.
Then he grabbed onto her waist, pulled her against him, and tenderly caressed his fingers against her cheek.
For a moment, just for a minute, Bella felt a sense of calmness as she drowned in the comfort that it gave her.
“You are mad and hurt. What is it?” Neron whispered, gazing deep into her eyes.
After wondering for a second how he knew, Bella took a long look at him, and then mumbled, “You wouldn't have anything to do with my father's death, would you?”
It fell silent between them, and Bella felt her heart sunk when she noticed the look of hesitation on Neron’s face.
“Tell me that he didn't die because of you. Please, N
