Chapter 900 She’s Not Wrong, He Doesn’t Want A Divorce Too

Powerless, Bellamy could only look at her. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. "I'll check on your knee later. Are you hurt?" "No. I'm wearing such thick trousers, how can I get hurt? Bellamy, you should go first. I'm going to take a bath. I stink of barbecue smell," Waverly said with a smile. "Can you really do it alone?" Bellamy was worried. "Do you want to help me with the shower?" "Stop joking." Bellamy's face stiffened. "I can do it alone." Waverly tried to convince him by smiling.  "Alright. Shout at me if you need anything." Waverly nodded and agreed. Bellamy then left her room. She was so weak that she could not stand up, her head heavy. She wanted to just sleep, but she still managed to sit up. Even so, she did not want to walk at all.  She took off her down jacket and tossed it on the bed before taking off her sweater. The only piece of clothing left on her was a black camisole. She slowly stood up and swa