CHAPTER 197 CANNIBALISTIC ROMANCE

Maybe she just wanted to extend a bit of kindness to him. Bella entered the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind her. The rest of the night was quiet. Kennedy had drunk some wine earlier, which, coupled with the pain, lulled him to sleep. By the time he woke up, it was already midnight. The living room was dim and empty. He got up gingerly and glanced at the blanket that fell from his shoulders. His eyes twinkled. His dear wife was always so softhearted. No matter how much she pushed him away, deep down, she still cared about him. Kennedy glanced in the direction of the bedroom and left the apartment quietly. On the other side of the door, Bella was still wide awake. She listened to the sound of the front door closing before taking a deep breath and rolling over. She closed her eyes and finally fell asleep. Kennedy had left. The next day, Bella woke up to the ringing of her phone on the night stand. She grabbed it and sure enough, it was Kennedy calling. She swiped to an