Chapter 17

Bella’s POV

“You’re crazy.” I blurted out of anger.

“I am?” He shamelessly changed his clothes in front of me, not worrying that I could see his skin underneath his suit. His body was ripped and was like sculpted by a great magician for a decade. Nevertheless, I composed myself and act calmly.

I went to the mini-kitchen and prepared a cup of hot milk for myself. “Why are you suddenly rushing your decisions Black?”

“I am thinking it deeply Princess.” He sat on the sofa and read a book like what he always do. So, this hobby of his still remains? “Why don’t you prepare me a cup of coffee?”

“Do it yourself. I’ll just transfer to another room.”

“Don’t you dare.” His grey piercing eyes stared at me as I sipped the milk slowly. “I am the one who will decide and this set up is final Bella.”

I sighed, putting the cup on the table. If he calls me ‘Princess', that means that he’s in a good mood, but if he calls me ‘Bella’, it simply me