"What's wrong?"

Clara asked, wanting to know what Bella was thinking right now. Clara knew that Bella had been gloomy lately. But since last night, the woman whom she always watched over and monitored all her activities seemed gloomy and didn't speak at all.

Now, even Bella just sat silently on the sofa in the room, lost in thought. Worried, Clara approached and sat next to her, intending to listen to what Bella might tell her.

"I'm angry."

Clara chuckled then smiled. Her face was clearly teasing. Because they felt close, they were no longer awkward showing each other's expressions.

"At least it's far from the matter of Mr. Edward."...