He Clings to Me Every Night Chapter 978

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In an instant, Bella Thompson’s eyes widened in astonishnt, her complexion changing subtly as her heart involuntarily tightened.

Subconsciously, Bella Thompson looked towards Michael Marshall.

Michael Marshall was staring at Bella Thompson, watching her answer the phone.

Having been through her share of experiences, Bella Thompson managed to regain her composure despite the turmoil inside her, and her expression beca more natural, as if nothing was wrong.

“Sorry, I’m not interested in buying insurance,” she replied.

Laughing roguishly on the other end of the line was Joseph Charles—just as Bella rembered him.

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Bella was certain now; it was indeed Joseph Charles.

That bastard dared to contact her!

That bastard was still alive!

And why on earth had that bastard chosen to appear at this ti?

What did he want?

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On the surface, Bella seed unaffected.

Internally, however, she was in turmoil, suddenly overco with a sense of panic.

“Bella Thompson, I’m not selling insurance.

I want to et you.

Should we et sowhere else or should I co to RenewalCare Hospital?

Oh, by the way, I saw the news—your husband had a stroke and is not doing well.

If I told him how you betrayed Ella Charles back in the day, I wonder if it would kill him?”

Imdiately, Bella changed her tone, a surge of uncontrollable hatred welling up within her.

“Given how wonderfully you speak of insurance, sure, let’s et and talk in detail,” she said.

“To go to such lengths to ruin your best friend, Bella Thompson, for the past thirty years, have you been able to sleep peacefully at night?

I heard that Ella Charles is in Serene City too.

Why don’t the three of us get together for a little reunion?”

Bella’s mouth twitched involuntarily, and she put on a forced smile to hide her turbulent emotions.

“There’s no need to involve my husband; he needs to rest.

et at the café in twenty minutes.

Bye!”

With that, Bella Thompson hung up the phone imdiately.

Michael Marshall slightly opened his lips and asked quietly, “You’re buying insurance?”

Bella nodded.

“I’m going to check it out.

If the talk goes well, I’d like to get a policy for Matthew.

We never know what might happen, and I need to provide Matthew with so security.

Honey, I’m heading out.

You rest for a bit, and don’t worry yourself with wild thoughts,” she said.

Convinced that she was planning for Matthew, Michael didn’t ask any further questions.

Michael wasn’t idle either; he was thinking about how to get rid of Olivia Jenkins.

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As soon as she left the hospital, Bella Thompson imdiately called back the unfamiliar number and told Joseph Charles to et at the café on Amity Road, number 73, with a newspaper on the table as a sign.

Bella arrived and waited for an hour before a man with a sunken face, holding a newspaper, sat down in front of her.

The man gave Bella a roguish stare with a sowhat sinister smile.

“All this trouble to et , and asking to co to such a far place, Bella Thompson, you must be very scared, aren’t you?” he said.

Bella was displeased, but she still pretended to be calm as she scrutinized the man before her.

“Are you Joseph Charles?”

“You can’t recognize it, right?

I’ve even had my vocal cords worked on.

However, my laugh is still as rascally and rakish as ever.

There’s no way you don’t have any impression of ,” he replied.

“Cut the crap and get to your point,” snapped Bella.

“Don’t rush, Bella Thompson, I have all the ti in the world to talk with you.