Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325: The Annulment of Marriage 

It’s all so coincidental. 

It’s like it was already figured out. 

Uriah stood at the door of the box, looking at the two men folded on the sofa. 

Bella looked over. Verne looked over. 

The atmosphere in the box froze. 

It seems that everything has reached a tipping point, and no one dares to touch it. 

Uriah looked at them, her dark eyes pale with no emotion. 

It was as if it were not his fiancee, but an unrelated stranger, who was lying on the sofa. 

Bella was stung by the look, but she couldn’t move as if she had been punctured. 

Verne spoke first. 

He laughed, got up from Bella and looked at Uriah. “Oh, Boss Irwin, just in time.” 

Uriah didn’t look at him. Her eyes fell on Bella’s face. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” 

Turn around and get out. 

All the while, there was no fluctuation in his expression. 

But Bella’s heart felt like it was falling into an ice cellar, and there was no temperature at all. 

Verne lit a cigarette, watched Uriah leave, looked at the motionless man lying on the couch, exhaled a smoke ring, leaned in, “Continue?” 

Smoke sprayed into Bella’s face. Bella’s motionless eyes exploded. She sat up, grabbed her bag, and ran out. 

As they ran to the door, Verne smiled and said, “Bella, Uriah is fine, but he is not your beloved.” 

Bella clenched her purse and turned to look at him, her eyes cold as 

ever. 

“Uriah is not my beloved, and neither are you Verne!” 

She’s Bella’s lover. She’s in charge! 

Turn around and walk away. 

Verne sat on the couch and watched Bella leave, arms outstretched, 

the corners of her mouth widening as she held a cigarette. 

Bella, you’re not giving up. 

But I’m not afraid. 

Uriah always had a knack for making women give up on him. 

I’m not in a hurry. 

Bella ran out of the clubhouse. From the box to the outside of the Golden clubhouse, thoughts raced through her mind. 

But those thoughts disappeared when I saw the car parked outside the Golden clubhouse. 

Blank. 

At that moment, it became clear to her that it might not be possible for her and Uriah. 

Uriah sat in the car, looking ahead, his dark eyes blending in with the night, and everything looked dangerous. 

Time ticked by and the door didn’t open. 

Uriah picked up the phone, clicked on the call log, and dialed the first number. 

“Boss Irwin.” 

“Call a press conference tomorrow to cancel my engagement to Bella.” 

The voice on the phone paused for two seconds and then said, “OK.” 

After hanging up the phone, Uriah closed his eyes and parted his thin lips. “Go back.” 

Driver, “Yes, Boss Irwin.”