Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 2167

"I ... I'm just scared. I love you so much suddenly, as if I were betting on myself." Bella smiled bitterly.

Ben knew that she was an insecure girl. Moreover, after experiencing her parents' divorce, her worries were reasonable.

"I won't let you lose the bet." Ben kissed her forehead dearly. His deep and firm voice instantly calmed Bella down.

"Yes." She trusted him unconditionally.

Bella's relationship with Ben gradually stabilized. However, Rosia could not live peacefully. Beck came home later and later, and his temper became poorer. Her gentle methods before were useless now. She realized that she did not love Beck at all. His failure in his work instantly made her realize that he was just an old man and who she liked was the one who generously paid out money before, but not the long—faced old man who looked at everything with displeasure.

"Beck, is there really no way out this time? Why is it like this? Why does this good business suddenly become difficult?" Rosia did not sleep until Beck came back and asked him in confusion.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Perhaps ... I shouldn't have divorced Susan." Rosia's eyes widened when Beck suddenly said such hurtful words.

"Beck, what do you mean by saying that? Do you regret divorcing now? We're not married yet, and do you hate me? If so, then we can just break up." Rosia immediately roared sharply. Obviously, she was hurt.

She had always thought that she was better than Susan in all aspects, but now, Beck had probably heard some of the rumors outside.

Those gossipy mongers said that she wasn't a good—luck face, and that she would bring misfortune to her husband. They were scurrilous.

"I don't mean to dislike you. Don't think too much, I ...." Deck wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end. He remembered how heartless he was when he got divorced. "Do you want to say that I don't bring fortune for you, but Susan did?" Rosia questioned him in a high—pitched voice. Deck's face turned deathly pale. That's what he was thinking about. After he married Susan, his business was prosperous. Even if he quarreled with Susan every day, it would not affect his success in his career. But now, he had divorced Susan for almost two months, the company's performance had declined and orders had plummeted. Now, his capital chain was about to break. Except for the reason, he couldn't find another reason.

"You're unreasonable. You weren't such a woman. Why have you become a vixen?" Deck found that Rosia looked ugly when she spoke in a high—pitched voice.

"I am unreasonable. Who said that you wanted to marry me and not let me suffer any grievances for the rest of my life? Who said that you wanted me to be a rich wife for the rest of my life? It's you. But now you blame me for your poor business. What does it have to do with me?" Rosia felt wronged, because she felt that her dream of being wealthy was coming to an end. She was really unwilling. How could she have time to find another man? She was 27 years old when she was with Deck, but now she was in her thirties. Her youth had passed away.

"I don't want to go bankrupt. I also want to make my career go higher, but I've worked hard, what else do you want me to do? Rosia, did you pretend to be gentle in the past? You said that you will never leave me for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, but what are you doing now? You are mocking me when I'm in my most difficult time." The more Deck said it, the angrier he became, and he suddenly felt that everything was unworthy.

Rosia sneered, "Deck, look at yourself in the mirror. If you don't have money, how can you deserve me? Do you really think I love you? I love the rich Deck, not an old man who failed in his career."

"What ... what did you say? Rosia, say it again." Deck felt like his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows, and he was freaked out. This was more heart—piercing than anything else.