Trapped Belle(8)

17

"What brought you here, Ms. Murphy?" Louis' assistant kept her from the vehicle.

An assistant was so arrogant?

Belle concealed the displeasure and said, "I want Reed. I have something for him."

"Hold on. I'll ask him first," the assistant said before he entered the car.

He closed the door with a loud sound.

His actions left Belle speechless.

After a while, the assistant got out and said with a smile, "Sorry, he is drowsy. He said you can come to him another time if it's about work. He's on his break now."

Belle obviously didn't expect to be rejected twice.

It was evident that he was obviously doing it on purpose.

He had had personality changes. Why did he become so indifferent?

"Can I have a minute with him if it's about personal stuff?" she continued.

She was reluctant to give up like that.

Her request put the assistant in a difficult spot.

Belle thought to himself, "Now that he has forgotten me, then I'm just a nobody to him."

On second thought, since they had just met yesterday, and Louis seemed to do whatever Charles asked him to, she wondered if she could take advantage of Charles to meet him.

Although she wasn't proud of her relationship with Charles, she was left without other choices.

"Just tell him that his uncle's friend has something for him," she said.

The assistant gaped at Belle, and after a while, he got into the car again and passed on her words to Louis.

"Charles' friend?" Louis repeated with a sneer.

He put down the magazine and asked his assistant to let her in.

His nanny car was very luxurious.

This was her first feeling when Belle got in.

Its color was too dark and depressing.

With his feet on the desk, he sat on the swivel chair with his back to her. He looked relaxed.

Belle drew closer to him hesitantly, stroked her hair and said, "I'm here to..."

"What's your relationship with my uncle?" he interrupted, turning the chair to face her. He fixed his eyes on her, and his hoarse voice left her in a doze for a second.

"You're a friend of his?" He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

Belle was taller than him now since he was siting in the chair. But being looked up at by him like this, Belle somehow felt like she were the one in the chair.

"Yes," Belle said as she stared into his eyes. She told herself that since he had lost his memories, she got nothing to fear.

"Is that so?" He chuckled, but evidently, he was not in a good mood.

He turned his head to shift his eyes from her to the door.

"Close the door, Mike," he said calmly.

She felt anxious.

After all, once the door was closed, they would be in a small tight space.

She couldn't help but imagine that something bad would happen.

She knew that didn't make any sense. After all, he had memory loss.

Pa!

A crisp sound brought her back to reality.

"If I remember it right, my uncle said that you will be my..." And there he paused, rising from his seat. He looked down at her and went on, "Aunt?"

Belle's heart stopped. This was probably the first time she was so close to him after she ran away from him six years ago.

The last time she was so close to him was when she set him up.

Some suffocating memories flashed back her mind. She took a step backward with a pale face.

She tilted her head to avoid his gaze and said, "I'm not your aunt yet."

To be honest, she regretted coming to him.

Although he had lost his memories, but old habits died hard. How could she naively think that he had become a good guy after he had memory loss?

"That is to say, you will be sooner or later, right?" He transfixed his gaze on her, waiting for her answer.

Seeing that she was a little frightened, he took his eyes off her with satisfaction.

Belle fell into silence.

She didn't know how to answer. It was a Yes to his question.

"It's not good. At least, he will stop hitting on me.

"Perhaps I've been too paranoid. Perhaps he doesn't have such a plan," she thought.

Her acquiescence made him freeze. But it just lasted a few seconds.

He stretched out his hand.

She closed her eyes.

Then, he took two bottles of water from the cabinet, handed her one with a smile, and sat on the chair again.

Belle was a bit embarrassed, but she finally was relieved.

She took the water hesitantly and held it in her hand, but she had no intention of drinking it.

He opened the bottled water with one hand, gulped it and looked at her with ease again.

"Spill it. What is it?" he said.

When he got down to business, Belle thought that he was not that bad. Perhaps she had let her imagination run wild just now.

"Can you stay focused when you shoot scenes with Brandan?" she suggested tentatively. "After all, if you perform well, it will do you both good. It's a win-win. If you keep shooting scenes like this, you'll just waste everyone's time."

When she finished her sentence, she saw that he lowered his head thoughtfully. Since he remained silent, she felt awkward.

"At least I admit that I made you and Brandan a false couple. But you two are new to this business and need more exposure," she added.

"No problem," he interrupted her. He glanced up at her as if he wanted to say something.

Belle initially thought that he would make things difficult for her. But to her surprise, he agreed so quickly. For a moment, she didn't know to what say next.

"What do you want me to do?" He looked up and drew a small smile. He pointed at his lips and said, "If you want me to focus on kissing him while shooting scenes, it will be difficult..."

He was referring to kissing scenes!

His straightforward speech left Belle surprised. She thought about it and found that there were some kissing scenes in the drama.

"After all, I've never kissed others before. Why don't you teach me how to kiss?" he said.

When he said that he had never kissed others, the images of him kissing her for so long that she was out of breath came back to her.

She thought that he had no shame.

When she heard that he wanted her to help him learn how to kiss, she was shocked to the core.

He was taking advantage of her!

He was a pervert before he lost his memories. After suffering memory loss, he didn't get better.

She was so pissed that she turned around in a bid to leave. Why did she waste time talking to him?

"I can't help you with that, Mr. Reed. If you really want to learn, I got some resources for you. That's it. I hope you and Brandan will have a good time working together," she said while turning to look at him. While speaking, she squeezed a smile. After that, she turned around and pushed the door open.

When he saw Belle got out furiously, Mike knew that she and Louis didn't have a pleasant conversation.

If he had seen this come, he wouldn't have let her get in. If Louis got upset, they would be doomed.

But as soon as he went inside the car, he found Louis sitting by the window with a smile on his face.

What the heck was going on?

He had confusion all over his face.

"Belle, I'm so... thirsty." He touched the bottled water that she had given him back and took a deep breath.

18

The scene in the afternoon was so ambiguous that people couldn't bear to see it anymore.

Belle thought that Louis didn't take it seriously when he agreed to cooperate better with Brandan.

It turned out that he was serious.

His looks, his movements, and even his breathing were full of affection. There seemed to be chemistry between him and Brandan.

The staff nearby who were watching them couldn't help screaming.

Seeing this, the director couldn't help smiling.

The staff asked Belle how she made it and thought highly of her.

At the sight of this, the girls present giggled.

Belle touched her hair.

She also had no clue how she had made it.

Perhaps Louis did listen to his uncle.

She didn't want to bother to figure out the reason. As long as they worked well together, she got nothing to worry about.

When she occasionally saw them shooting intimate scenes, she would remember those moments when she was close to Louis six years ago.

Because of resentment and fear, she had never recalled those memories about her being physically involved with Louis. But these scenes always reminded her of it, which made her exasperated.

A bit annoyed, Belle went to the restroom and took out a cigarette.

She bit it and did not light it. She looked at the ground, engrossed in her past.

She had a headache. Why couldn't she forget those unspeakable memories?

She was so absorbed in her memories that she didn't notice that someone had approached.

"When did you learn how to smoke?!"

A deep male voice reached Belle's ears. She raised her head and saw a stylishly disheveled man.

Her heart missed a skip.

In fact, she didn't pay attention to what he said. She was so lost in her thought just now that she only heard the voice. She even didn't recognize his voice.

"Are you done with your work?" Belle inquired as she took her eyes off him embarrassedly and distanced herself from him.

"It's just over." He walked past her with a smile and got a tissue to wipe his hands.

Belle then distanced herself from him again.

At the thought that her mind was filled by her intimate moments with him, she was overwhelmed by embarrassed as if she had been caught fantasizing about having sex with him on the spot.

She lit the cigarette in her mouth to deal with her embarrassment.

Her actions took Louis by surprise. After wiping his hands, he dumped the tissue into the trash can. But he had no intention of leaving.

Belle became even more embarrassed.

He stood there.

"Did you watch us shoot scenes?" he asked casually.

"I did." Belle exhaled smoke and stared at him.

"Are you satisfied with my performance?" he asked as he got another tissue to wipe his hands.

What a neat freak!

"You did a great job. Thank you for your cooperation," Belle said as she gave him a professional smile.

He didn't say anything. He just threw the tissue into the trash can and then transfixed his gaze on her.

"Do you have another cigarettes?" he asked calmly after a moment of silence.

His words left Belle stupefied.

Belle thought for a second and took out a cigarette pack from her handbag. She said, "It's women's cigarettes."

What she was suggesting was that he wouldn't like it.

His gaze fell on her cigarette pack. It was almost full.

He withdrew his gaze from it.

Pulling out a cigarette pack from his pocket, he took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, and gazed at her.

What was wrong with him? Why did he ask her for a cigarette?

"Can you light my cigarette?" he asked with a smile.

He was so sly.

It was impolite to refuse him since he was asked for a cigarette politely. She had no choice but to put away the pack and rummage through her bag for a lighter.

"I got a better idea." After those words slipped from his lips, he held her arms, lowered his head until his cigarette touched her cigarette's.

Before she realized what was going on, he took a deep breath and glanced at her who panicked. He raised his head.

"Thank you," he said flatly.

Belle's gazed at him slack-jawed.

When their mouths almost touched, her heartbeat raced up.

She didn't expect that she would do him a favor in that manner.

She was exasperated and flustered, but she couldn't unleash her feelings now.

How could she blame him for this? He just wanted to lit a cigarette, and perhaps his actions meant nothing.

Seeing that he was calmly leaning against the sink smoking and didn't look at her at all, she felt as if she had been fooled but she had no evidence to accuse him of playing tricks on her.

"You're welcome." Belle put out the cigarette after she smoked for a while. She threw the cigarette stub into the trash can and glanced at a composed Louis.

Forgot it!

She felt that she might have been paranoid.

Unwilling to keep staying there with him, she got out of the restroom.

Louis was left alone, standing there.

After she was nowhere to be seen, he smoked and rubbed his temples.

Suddenly, he drew a bright smile.

He was done for.

After six years, his heart still rocked and rolled because of her.

"Belle... Belle..." he murmured to the air. "I missed you so much..."