"Who says I don't like you?" Tariq Lane said solemnly, "Bella, I do like you a lot, that's true."
"But this kind of liking is not love. Who is the person you truly love?!" Bella Scott insisted aggressively.
Tariq's eyes flickered, his voice calm: "Bella, you still don't trust me in the end."
"Tariq, stop pretending. I am 100% sure that the woman you love is not me!" Bella declared confidently.
Tariq didn't argue with Bella about this matter any further.
He leaped up and began to pull up the weeds around the tombstone.
His expression was serious, and at this moment, Bella could see that Tariq cared about the person in the grave. She helped him, because she was used to doing physical work and pulling weeds was not difficult for her.
Tariq, the wealthy young master, was clumsy and yet very diligent. At this moment, he was more charming than his usual mischievous and enchanting self.
