"Tell me. How are you going to punish me?" Ben lowered his voice on purpose.

"How about doing a hundred push-ups? I'll count for you." Bella finally thought of a way, a healthy way.

Ben was speechless.

What was she thinking?

She let go of such a good opportunity.

"Isn't it too many? How about fifty?" Bella saw that his bleak expression and felt she had gone too far. She lowered the standard in a hurry.

"A hundred is fine." Ben said, still looking unhappy.

Bella cleared her throat and said, "Alright."

Ben stood up and untied his shirt. He got down half-naked and started doing push-ups. Ben was strong and muscular. She was attracted by his perfect figure to a point that she forgot to count.

"One, two, three, four, five." Bella's mouth was dry. His movements were standard and he had enough strength.

When Ben finished a hundred push-ups, his entire body was covered in sweat. He almost gave up halfway, but he didn't want to give her the impression of weakness. So he gritted his teeth and persisted. He almost collapsed from exhaustion.

Bella must have done it deliberately. When he was exhausted, he wouldn't have any energy to make out with her. She was smart.

Seeing him sitting on the floor and look tired, Bella asked with concern, "Are you alright? I told you not to do so many push-ups. But you didn't listen."

"I'm fine. I'm just too tired." Ben stood up and grabbed his shirt, "I'm going to rest. You can go to the guest room."

Bella stuck out her tongue secretively. It seemed that her trick was working. He was really tired. Bella decided to put up for the night. However, she realized she didn't have any pajamas after taking a shower. She was wearing the bathrobe that she found in the bathroom. It was too large for her and she looked funny in it.

She could make it through the night.

Bella closed the door, locked it, and got on the bed.

Ben was sitting in the chair on the balcony after taking a shower. He was physically tired, but his mind was very clear. He couldn't sleep now.

Bella and Ben woke up at 12 am by a know on the door. They got up immediately and went to open it.

"What's wrong?" Bella asked in panic.

"Stay still. I'll go down and take a look." He walked downstairs in large strides.

Turning on the surveillance cameras, he saw an old lady and a woman standing outside. Both were smartly dressed. Ben frowned. Why were they here?

It turned out to be Bella's stepmother and her grandmother.

Why did they come to his house so late at night?

Ben's face darkened. He wasn't afraid if they caused trouble.

Ben opened the door. When the old lady saw him, she questioned him angrily, "Is Bella here? Where is her? Call her out."

Ben sneered, "You're talking nonsense. Why should I let her in?"

"Bella is my granddaughter. If you hide her at home, I will call the police." Mrs. Charles was very aggressive.

"What exactly do you want?" Ben became annoyed and asked coldly.

"I want to take her away. She's so shameless." Mrs. Charles was certain that Bella was at his house. She was furious. Her neighbors said Bella became a mistress, but she still didn't believe it. It wasn't until Rosia brought her here that she believed it.

"She's not here. Get lost." Hearing Mrs. Charles describe Bella like this, his face darkened and his voice turned cold.

"I don't believe it. She's here. Let her out. Or I'll call the police and arrest you." The old lay had always been unreasonable, and she was not afraid of making a scene.

"Don't call the police. I'll go with you." Bella ran downstairs. She was still wearing Ben's nightgown. Her pretty face being pale, Bella was trembling with anger. She didn't expect that Rosia would bring her grandmother here in the middle of the night. How didn't she know it? What did they do? Did they follow her?

Just as Bella walked past Ben, he reached out, held her wrist and pulled her behind him. He said icily, "No one can take her away today."

Bella looked at his back and appreciated his protection.

"How can you be so shameless? Are you repaying our kindness this way? Your parents taught you etiquette. Did you forget it? Hurry up and come back with me." Mrs. Charles roared. She was sure Bella was a mistress and brought shame to the Charles.

"Do I need your permission to be with my boyfriend?" Bella fought back coldly.

"Boyfriend?" Rosia asked. She looked at Ben and said, "He is much older than you. How can he be your boyfriend?"

Ben was enraged by Rosia who dared to say he was old.

"I am twenty-seven and Bella is twenty-two. I'm only five years older than her. Look at you. If my memory serves me correct, your husband is a lot older than you." Ben coldly retorted.

Rosia was speechless, so she shut up.

Mrs. Charles came over to grab Bella's hand and said, "Follow me. You are not allowed to stay here."

"Let go of me." Bella pushed her away. Mrs. Charles fell on Rosia who supported her in time and asked, "Are you alright. She's your grandmother, Bella."

Bella glared at them and then sneered, "She's not. She only want to ruin my life. And you, Rosia. You brought her here. You sent someone to follow me. You knew I didn't come home tonight. You are disgusting. Don't blame me for taking revenge."

Rosia's eyes were filled with tears, "Bella, I was just worried that you would by tricked by men. I'm doing it for you. Why can't you understand? Your grandmother and I care about you."

"Shut up. You're such a hypocrite. Don't treat me like a fool. Don't you want to kick me out of the Charles? That's why you found my grandmother and took her here to witness this. So driving me away is justified." Bella scolded.

Rosia sneered secretively. Bella wasn't stupid. She guessed her intentions.

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