I want Bella to meet someone

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"Huh! What does he think of himself? He is so proud of his looks and beliefs that anyone would fall for that. No way. And bullshit agreement," Isabella muttered, gritting her teeth, her annoyed face evincing irritation. However, it's not exactly an irritation. It was some sort of bug that had stimulated her blooming part.

When she reached the reception area, she did not realize this. In her anger, she ignored the receptionists, who were looking at her in disbelief because they didn't know when an unknown woman had walked upstairs.

They were not aware that they had spoken to her, or that she had an appointment. Also, which floor did she go to, hopefully not the seventeenth floor? Besides, the boss didn't call them, so she didn't go to him, they were sure. Because they saw many mad women crying and begging to meet their boss, hatching a vicious conspiracy.

Therefore, before allowing someone to visit their boss's floor, they thoroughly looked at that person's background as well as if their boss gave permission.

'Perhaps she had come here to see someone else.' three women sitting in the reception area nodded their heads, their lips pursed as if agreeing with their thoughts.

"Fuck! Why is it dark? How long was I unconscious?" Isabella mumbled as her hand reached for her phone in the bag to see the time as she didn't wear a wristwatch today.

As her hand slipped into the bag pocket, she felt something hot and got scared, took out her hand, she brought the bag in front of her, which was on her shoulder earlier.

Unzipped the required compartment, it was wide open for her to see what was inside her bag. To her shock, she saw a wrapping burger inside it.

And the smell she got from it made her drool, but then something came to her mind and she threw it again in that compartment and came out of the building.

It was already 6 o'clock; she was unconscious for almost four hours, Dang! Bella quickly dialed her father's number, and although Bernard didn't call her, she felt like informing her father that she was coming home.

"Hello, Dad!" Isabella said, going to the stand.

"Bella, where are you? When will you come home?" Bernard asked, and hearing his daughter's voice calmed his tense heart to a great extent. From early morning, his heart was troubled, especially at the thought of unnecessary possibilities.

"I'll be there in a minute," replied Isabella when she heard a woman's voice on the phone. Certainly, the person was with her father.

"Dad, who's with you?" Isabella asked and a cab in front of her braked when she raised her hand as signaling it to stop.

"Guess?" Bernard said mischievously, arousing curiosity in Bella.

Bela opened the cab door and went inside before answering, "Your colleague?" And threw the bag next to her.

"No, keep guessing. That's a surprise. Come home early and see for yourself. Goodbye Bella," said Bernard and hung up the call.

"Dad, dad?" Isabella looked at the phone screen and sighed.

"Dad, you're being childish. But who came to our house? Ah, I can't think anything because I'm hungry," Isabella grumbled to herself and didn't notice the driver was watching her play with a smile.

As soon as she looked at her bag, a small bulb lit up in her mind. Her eyes are hungry, but her pride won't let her.

Her fingers reached for the bag, and they pulled the bag near her. After that, her eyes lingered on that bag for a couple of seconds, then without delay, she unzipped that compartment and took out the burger, which was still hot and fragrant.

Unwrapping the burger, she balled that wrapper, while cursing the man who gave her this temptation, then threw that paper into the bag.

The first bite felt like heaven to Bella. She hummed as she chewed the burger slowly and enjoyed every condiment.

"Damn! From where did he buy it? It's hella delicious," Isabella praised with a stuffed mouth.

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Alexander wore a white shirt, which covered his chiseled and sturdy figure. His reflection in the mirror could make anyone blind. The sexiness he carried was enough to make anyone fall head over heels. His neat hair combed back, giving him a gallant look.

For his watch, he turned towards the bed as it was on the bedside table, but when his upper body bent a little to take it, a faint smell galloped into his nose. His eyes move toward the place where Bella slept. His hand glided onto that spot, then involuntarily he took the sheet in front of his nose, smelling her essence. But it lasts for a second before he turned the whole sheet into ashes.

"I hate humans," Alexander growled, as his words loud out and everything started shaking as if an earthquake had started.

"I don't want to play with you, but you invited me."

★★★

Isabella didn't get time to push their doorbell when her father open the door for her, "You are so fast, curious cat. And why do you have mustard sauce on your lips? Have you eaten a burger on your way?"

Isabella smiled as she nodded shyly, then hugged her father and went inside.

And that moment when her bag slipped and dropped to the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes seeing the person whose face was full of joy and she outstretched her hand to welcome Bella.

"Aunt Merry," whispered Isabella and ran toward her.

"O Bella, I miss you so much," Merry hugged Bella and her tears flowed, feeling the girl in her arms again. Because of some situation, she was moved to California and always misses this girl, but they have been in touch by phone calls. However, one call cannot fulfill the loving touch that you needed in your special time.

After losing her mother at ten, Merry looked after her for four years as she was their neighbor, then something happened to her parent's home. For that reason, she shifted to California with a broken heart.

Merry has no children, she never married. When Bella's parents move to live in the neighborhood, they quickly become good friends, and their relationship is strengthened by Bella's birth, as Merry spends a lot of time with them.

When Bella was devastated and locked herself in a room, it was only Merry who brought light into her life. For the four years Merry showered her love for Isabella, not for a moment did she realize that her mother was not with her.

"You forgot me." Isabella choked on her words and pulled her face from Merry's shoulder.

"We talk every day, drama queen. The problems aren't solved yet, but I missed you a lot, so I came," said Merry, wiping her tears. She and Bernard had hidden her plan from Bella to surprise her. And Bella's happy tears made her surprise worth it.

"When did you come?" Isabella asked and hold Merry's hand. She took her to the couch.

"This morning, and thank God your father has already cleaned my house in time," Merry said before biting the tip of her tongue as she revealed the secret.

"Dad knew you were coming?" Isabella asked and her eyes shifted toward her father from Merry, who gave her an embarrassing smile and jogged to the kitchen to escape the situation.

"Sorry, we want to surprise you," Merry said and kissed Bella on the forehead.

"Why did you clean your house? You can stay with us, " said Isabella with hopeful eyes.

"I am living next to your house. Also, darling, I have forgotten some important papers somewhere in the house and I need to find them," said Merry, clasping Bella's hand.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Isabella asked with a smile.

"Bella, I don't know how long, but not in a few months," answered Merry and smiled and started again, "But you can stay with me in my house."

"No, my daughter won't go anywhere," four eyes turned to Bernard's reproach.

"O, come on, petty man. Your daughter isn't going away," answered Merry to Bernard and rolled her eyes.

Bernard would never agree. Just as he was about to say something more, Isabella said, "Stop quarreling. I'm not going anywhere. I'd love to be with aunt Merry, but I have something important which I have to finish within a few days."

"Okay, but see me every day before you enter your house after college," said Merry, and Isabella nodded happily.

"Now, let's eat," said Bernard, while Bella ran to her room to get refreshed and Merry helped Bernard get the dishes from the kitchen to the dinner table.

"Listen, old man. I know someone and I want Isabella to meet him," Merry whispered in Bernard's ear.

"Why?" Bernard asked the reason instead of inquiring about the person.

"He is a splendid boy and I know him personally. Don't worry, if Bella doesn't like him, I will not force them. But I think they will look good together," Merry tried to cajole Bernard, but he wasn't satisfied, so he was about to refuse again when Isabella came downstairs, "Where is the dinner and what are you two doing in the kitchen?"