He turned around, without letting Bella stare and ask anything else, he entered the first room. Bella carried her luggage and opened the second room. The second room was empty, but it was clean. There was also a separate bathroom in the room. Bella went in with her luggage, she thought the room was good but she can't live there all the time. She didn't want to have a relationship with James Grayson at first. She needed to maintain her dignity. Just in a helpless situation, she can stay with him. Bella took the clothes and went into the bathroom.
The warm water fell from her head and washed away her heavy make-up. She closed her eyes. After a long bath, she dried her hair, dressed up and came out of the bathroom. She opened the door and saw James Grayson sitting on the sofa and watching the news on the mobile phone. He seemed cold and cool, with no expression. However, he was not wearing the suit that he was wearing some moments ago, but the white bathrobe, he looked a little less rigid and less reserved, and more charming. He raised his head and looked at her with clear and wise eyes, and spoke indifferently, "did you do makeup when you were my girlfriend?" "No," Bella replied directly. "You look better without makeup. If you had put makeup at that time, I wouldn't have liked you." James Grayson said. Bella raised her eyebrows and said, "If I knew it earlier I would have put makeup." James Grayson's eyes, which were originally clear and light, flashed unhappiness and he stood up. Bella stood stiffly, not daring to breathe. James Grayson came to her, raised her chin, and leaned slowly. His face came closer to her face. Bella lowered her eyes and did not refuse nor did she respond. James Grayson did not kiss her. He looked into her eyes and asked, "Was it you or me who took the initiative?" "You." Bella looked at him and said. He didn't change his expression much. "I also think so." He took the initiative. It means he must have liked this girl so much. She dared to argue under his pressure. He thought that she didn't seem the one who gave up on him because of danger. "What posture do you like?" James Grayson's voice sank a little. Bella's face turned red, she looked away and didn't speak. James Grayson held her hand. Her hand was very small, and his palm completely covered it. "This time, you have to guide me and tell me what we did before, okay?" James Grayson looked at her and asked. She was a psychologist. She knew that his purpose was to remember some memories. But she didn't want to remember. "I don't remember anything." Bella refused directly. James Grayson raised the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. "You don't remember or do you worry that I will regain my lost memory?" "It's a thing of past. I have forgotten." Bella corrected. "Then let's review." James Grayson picked her up, walked toward his room, put her on his bed and kissed her on the lips. Bella thought that the temperature was too high. She felt hot and unable to think properly. She wanted to push him but she felt herself soft like cotton. He kissed her, unbuttoned her shirt, covered it with his big palm, and stared at Bella deeply. Bella frowned and couldn't see his feelings. She didn't want him to go in. When he did it, she strained her muscles but it still hurt. However, after all, she had a child, and the pain was also in the beginning, soon, she adapted to his existence. She pursed her lips without making a sound. He did not see that she liked or enjoying this, he got angry and bit her shoulder. "Ah." Bella had a pain and she snorted. James Grayson kissed her lips, picked up the tip of her tongue and kissed her forcefully. Bella was almost breathless when he was kissing her. She pushed his shoulder. He got annoyed and bit her. She was hurt. James Grayson left her, looked at her face, her voice was hoarse for a few minutes, and finally there was a strange confusion and emotional bewitchment in his eyes, "Bella, speak up, I like your voice." She didn't let him go. She put her arms around his neck, pulled him and bit him on the shoulder.
James Grayson was excited. They used to interact like this. Did they bite back and forth? He seemed to like it. Finally, she produced some sounds that seemed scattered and smashed, he heard her voice, although very low, very light, but he heard it.