Chapter Twenty-Two
| michael’s pov | The vibe I got from the room was awkward. I expected the silence; it wasn’t like we were ever going to fill it. I lost hope in that future. “How’s life?” Ashton, who wasn’t supposed to be here, beaming at the two of us. I know what he was trying to do. He was trying to make her date me, when she clearly loves him. Belle decided to answer him. Well, why wouldn’t she? “Fine,” she said, giving a small smile. That smile didn’t reach her eyes. It was noticeable that she was lying, and I’d ask her what’s wrong, if it weren’t for Ashton. He laughed, probably not even getting the hint that she wasn’t fine– that her life wasn’t that good. “That’s great! How’s life, Michael?” “s**t,” I mumbled, expecting only Ashton to hear it, but when I saw Belle’s eyes slightly widen,
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