On the way back to the Williams Mansion, Bella held tightly on to the boy’s hand as they walked on the stone pavement under the bright moonlight. Despite the boy’s age, their body language was an expression of a more intimate relationship.
“Do you hate that man?” asked Brandon looking up at Bella.
“Do you mean the owner of the Mansion? I think it would be better if you asked him how much he hates me.”
Charles’s big eyes gleamed like the stars above him. “You are such a nice person. How could someone hate you?”
Brandon’s words had a soothing effect on Bella and made her laugh. The light breeze took her laughter away from her face and spread it all around her until it gradually faded away like the distant light of the stars.
She caressed his soft hair on the top of his head and smiled.
