Chapter 364:
Around noon, I began feeling hungry and decided to go into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and searched for something to eat, but when I looked inside, I was stunned.
The fridge was full—fresh vegetables, fruits, steaks, and other ingredients. A wave of emotion hit me, and my eyes stung with the familiar feeling of warmth. This must have been Klein’s doing. I wandered around the house and found fresh milk and some snacks as well.
Bella’s POV:
A few days later, I had fully recovered. I returned to work, and time seemed to fly by. Two months passed in the blink of an eye.
With the arrival of early summer, the men had switched to shirts, and the women had begun wearing lighter dresses.
One afternoon, just as I was about to finish work, I received a text message.
“Bella, can I invite you to dinner with me?”
It was from Klein. Since that day, he rarely bothered me. He would occasionally visit Wharton Mountain for business and bring me small gifts. Our communication had been limited—only once every two weeks, and our conversations were casual, like those between ordinary friends.
I was fine with that arrangement.
“Are you on a business trip to Wharton Mountain again?” I replied.
“I do have work to do.”
“I’ll treat you to a Mexican barbecue, okay?”
I knew of a great place nearby.
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“All right,” Klein replied.
After work, as soon as I stepped out of the accounting firm, I spotted Klein’s Land Rover parked by the side of the road. He immediately got out of the car and waved at me before opening the door for me like a true gentleman. Ten minutes later, we arrived at the Mexican barbecue restaurant. It wasn’t an upscale place, but rather a small, cozy spot. The patrons were mostly ordinary people, all dressed casually—except for Klein, who was still in his suit. He looked around and chuckled.
“It seems like I need to buy a few sets of casual clothes.”
“What size are you wearing?” I asked.
“I have a colleague whose wife runs a casual clothing store that sells affordable clothes. I can get you something!”
Klein smiled.
“Okay, I’ll choose the style of clothes for you,” I replied straightforwardly.
We ate barbecue skewers while chatting, finding a lot of common ground. We talked happily, and for the first time in a while, I felt at ease. No one had spoken to me like this in the city. My days were usually filled with work, then cooking, eating, and sleeping alone. Life was dull but peaceful. I didn’t have to live in panic anymore. I wanted to continue living like this.
By nine o’clock in the evening, a Land Rover slowly pulled up under my rented apartment building.
“I’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning. These are some local specialties I brought for you,” Klein said as he reached into the back seat and handed me a bag. Inside were cheesecake, Brazil nuts, and cranberries. Although these items could also be found in this city, they held a different significance.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
