Chapter 214: Chapter 214: The way he looks at you, he really likes you
What response should I give?
Bella Woods was filled with this doubt.
She remained silent for most of the day, watching Nina Sutton go from sobbing softly to crying painfully, but still couldn’t find a response.
According to Nina Sutton, it seed she indeed had taken away the most important person from her.
It seed like she had separated two lovers.
Bella Woods stepped back, for the first ti unable to face Nina Sutton.
“I know your heart lacks love. Because Ashton’s appearance saved you, so you can’t let go. I used to think I could understand you.
But when I heard Ashton apologize to and ask to wait a bit longer, I couldn’t take it.”
“Bella Woods, please… let go and give him back to , and set yourself free too.”
Nina Sutton pleaded, staring at Bella Woods, with tears streaming down, each drop feeling like an accusation against Bella.
Bella Woods was completely unable to face Nina Sutton.
She stepped back, finally turning around and running away.
She truly couldn’t continue facing it.
Bella Woods didn’t know how long she ran, until she was exhausted, sitting on a stone bench, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She curled into herself, biting her lips tightly.
This was also the first ti Bella Woods felt so shaless, felt like a thief of soone else’s happiness, occupying a joy that belonged to others.
Thought she was about to leave, but every mont was actually stolen ti.
“Senior?”
Soone suddenly called her from the side. Bella Woods paused and looked up to see a familiar face.
“You are…”
“Senior, have you forgotten? I borrowed so of your white paint last ti.” The person handed Bella an unopened tube of white paint.
Then Bella rembered, she had been painting, and Ashton Marshall was accompanying her when a younger student borrowed so white paint.
Saying it was borrowed, but it was more like taking it.
After all, for art students, white paint is everything.
“No need, you just used a small amount. No need to return so much.” Bella had no intention to accept.
The younger student sat beside Bella Woods: “I’m Betty Woods.”
“We share a surna. I’m Bella Woods.”
“I know you.” Betty Woods said: “Earlier in the auditorium, soone questioned your credentials, and you refuted them one by one, accusing them. I really admired you, I thought you were amazing and brave.”
“And by the way, your boyfriend is also super handso.” Betty Woods leaned in closer to Bella, winking.
“He’s not…” Bella’s voice was very soft, trying to refute, but felt a stabbing pain in her heart and said nothing more, just smiled bitterly.
“I was going to return it to your classroom but saw you halfway.” Betty explained, “But I’m not just returning your white paint, I also want to show you sothing.”
“What?” Bella was surprised.
Betty Woods smiled mysteriously, pulling out a canvas she had been hiding, covered with a white cloth to protect the painting.
“Ready?”
Betty said, pulling off the cloth, revealing the painting underneath.
Bella Woods stood up from her chair in surprise, staring at the painting.
A vast green stretching to the sky, a girl sat before an easel painting, with a man sitting beside her, watching the painting girl intently.
“Watching you both reminded of that poem…”
Betty recited, looking at Bella Woods, “You stand on the bridge watching the scenery, while the people watching the scenery look at you from above. The bright moon adorns your window, and you adorn soone else’s dream.”
Bella woodenly moved her gaze to Betty Woods.
Betty was still excited: “Do you know what this painting is called?”
“What is it called?” Bella almost chanically asked.
“Love,” Betty replied.
“…”
In Bella’s mind, the image of Nina Sutton kneeling, begging her to return Ashton Marshall flashed by.
Looking at the painting, hearing its na, Bella felt a strong sense of irony.
“You both showed what love looked like,” Betty Woods honestly said.
Bella, however, couldn’t help but laugh.
“Why are you crying?” Betty was alard: “Did I na it wrong, or you don’t like it or perhaps you…”
“It’s fine.” Bella quickly said, wiping the tears from her eyes, “I was just moved. Thank you for painting this for .”
“You both gave such inspiration.”
Betty offered the painting to Bella: “If you don’t mind, I’d like to give it to you.”
“The colors and composition are wonderful. The tests are approaching, you could use it as an assignnt to score high marks.”
Mainly, Bella felt it would be a waste to give her such a painting.
“This isn’t an assignnt, it’s a work of inspiration. It’s a depiction of beautiful love that should belong to its rightful owner, not be graded as howork.”
Betty frowned, admiring her work: “I would see it as an insult.”
Finishing, she expectantly pushed the painting back to Bella, looking at her with hopeful eyes.
Bella ant to refuse, but the painting was too beautiful, and the expectation in Betty’s eyes was overwhelming, making Bella unable to resist reaching out to take it.
“Thank you, I really like it, and will cherish it.” Bella held the canvas.
As if it were the only proof of her connection with Ashton Marshall.
As for what it really was, even Bella didn’t know, feeling it held no aning.
“I’m glad you like it. Maybe that’s the aning of a painting,” Betty couldn’t help but sigh: “When I saw his eyes, I honestly felt he really liked you.”
Bella glanced at Betty, unsure of how to respond.
“I’ve got classes in the afternoon. Shall we have a al together another day?” Betty warmly invited.
“I’ll treat you,” Bella quickly said.
She took out her phone and exchanged contact details with Betty.
Once Betty was gone, Bella still sat on the stone bench, lost in thought, staring at the painting.
Until a voice sounded behind her with an evaluation: “It’s well painted, full of spirit.”
Bella was startled, snapping her head around to see who spoke.
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