Such words made Mason Bennett’s face instantly sink again.
What’s going on in that little mind of hers?
Even though the room was dark, Bella Green could clearly sense the man’s face getting gloomier, and she instinctively shrank back.
Mason raised his hand, pulled her arm, and drew her directly into his embrace.
"Did what I say go straight to a dog’s ears?"
Bella Green: "..." Damn it, who’s the dog?
Fine, I’ll hold my tongue.
"Bella Green, your conscience really got eaten by a dog," Mason said coldly.
Bella pouted, feeling like crying.
"Yeah, my conscience was eaten by a dog. I’ll get it to spit it out later."
Mason just felt his temples throbbing, filled with anger, and planned to tell her to get lost.
But seeing her now, all his anger dissipated.
Especially Bella’s shameless demeanor at that moment, leaving him nowhere to vent his frustration.
"So, not answering calls and breaking up, all because of this..." Bella said somewhat guiltily.
Sure enough, Mason glanced at her sideways, his face unfriendly.
Such a light-hearted statement made it sound easy.
Bella looked awkward and shifted her gaze, mumbling quietly.
"Oh, this seems like quite a serious matter."
After saying that, she lifted her head and said earnestly.
"I really didn’t mean to hide it from you, honestly. It was a misunderstanding at first, and then when I wanted to tell you, I found there was no chance."
"No chance?" the man chuckled coldly.
Bella looked at him, pursed her lips, and lowered her gaze.
"It wasn’t exactly no chance, but afraid that after telling, you’d react ."
Her muffled tone made Mason pause, looking at her fussy little head with complex feelings.
"Fiona Grantham even scared me before, saying that if you found out, you’d definitely be angry."
Bella suddenly lifted her head, looking hugely aggrieved, blame instantly shifting to Fiona Grantham.
Mason frowned, somewhat surprised: "Fiona Grantham knew you’re a girl?"
Bella nodded: "She probably knew at our first meeting. Honestly, I thought I really looked like a guy in my disguise."
Mason’s expression turned cold, realizing Fiona casually knew but never told him?
Deep in thought, he saw Bella suddenly lift her hand and poke his waist.
Returning to his senses, he saw Bella looking pitifully cute, like a little puppy, gazing up at him.
"So, are you still mad?"
Her adorable puppy-like looks melted Mason’s anger completely.
She always had this ability to effortlessly dissolve his rage and break all his principles.
However, from Mason’s experience, if he said he wasn’t angry anymore, she’d definitely become arrogant.
That cold voice made Bella pout again, oh no, still angry.
Suddenly, the girl stood up, dashed to the door, turned on the light, and ran back, kneeling in front of the coffee table, pushing the cake forward with a flattering smile.
"Then, happy birthday!"
Mason looked at the cake in front of him, almost forgetting that today was his birthday. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel•fire.net
Then, he glanced at Bella, whose hair was messy, clothes torn, exposing her fair chest.
Noticing the man’s increasingly heated gaze, Bella blinked, followed his gaze downward, and instantly her face went black.