Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Alcoholism 

H City, airport. 

York picked up the ticket and came behind Uriah. 

Uriah is on the phone. 

Listening to the phone, he said, “Check to see if he really went to Sydney.” 

“Ok, Boss Irwin.” 

York hung up on Uriah and handed him the ticket. 

Uriah took it and went inside. 

They’re going to California. 

There’s a big development going on over there. Go check it 

out. 

Bella sat on the hotel couch with a glass of red wine in her hand, taking a sip from it. 

And there’s a cell phone on the table next to it, and it’s on speakerphone, and the voices are coming through. 

“Boss Irwin left for California at two o’clock in the afternoon.” 

Bella smiled as she heard this. 

Alva left H City and returned to C City, and Jackson left H City for Sydney. 

If the circumstances of the breakup are anything to go by, 

that’s fine. 

After all, Jackson came back to deal with Alva’s online publicity problem. 

Now that things are settled, it’s normal to go back. 

At first, she didn’t think much of it. 

But Alva’s private investigator called her, said Jackson was at Alva’s. 

He sent her pictures of the two of them together. 

So, the two are meeting behind closed doors. 

Oh, Jackson, you’ve learned how to play tricks. 

She was pleased with Jackson’s change. 

But it was not long before she received word that Uriah was going to California. 

Where is California? 

California is right next to C City, less than two hours away. 

It’s so close. 

So, Uriah, are you with Alva or are you with Alva? 

Bella finishes her glass and empties the bottle, but it’s empty. 

She dropped the bottle on the floor, staggered to her feet, and went to the liquor cabinet to get a drink. 

Soon she brought out a bottle, opened it, sat down on the 

sofa, and continued drinking. 

Wine is a good thing, you can forget a lot. 

Knock, knock, knock the door. 

Bella’s not responding. 

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The man outside kept knocking, and this time the voice came in. “Bella, open the door.” 

At last Bella had something to say. Holding her glass, she staggered to the door and opened it. 

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of wine jumped on Calliope, Calliope’s face changed, and he quickly pulled her in and closed the door. 

“How much have you had to drink? 

The smell of wine! 

Bella chuckled. “Just in time to have a drink with me.” 

He turned and walked toward the sofa. 

Calliope saw her wobbly and hastened to help her. 

When she went to help her, she saw the broken wine bottle on the ground, full of fragments. 

She grabbed Bella quickly. “Don’t go, it’s dangerous!” 

Bella pushed her. “What danger? This is my place, what’s at stake?” 

Calliope saw her red face, full of drunk appearance, directly 

pulled her to the bed, said: “What happened to you?” Learned to drink?” 

Bella lay in bed, giggling, “What alcohol is not alcohol, I only know this wine is good, can make me feel less uncomfortable, less pain.” 

Calliope has a headache. 

She hasn’t been right since the day I gave her the file. 

These days she said to stop the work at hand, she would rest for some time. 

She said yes. 

She’s been taking a hit both professionally and emotionally. 

And she does deserve some rest. 

But I don’t think so. She drinks! 

“Bella, you’re an international star. Look at you now. What do you look like?” 

Bella opened her eyes and looked up at the crystal lights overhead. “International superstar? International superstar…” 

Suddenly, she laughed and sat up, “Calliope, I’m an 

international superstar, but you know what? Uriah doesn’t like international stars. She likes a woman who gets everything down to the dust. Isn’t that funny?”