DICE

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Gala's hand clenches tightly. He feels a sting as the tip of his nail scratches his cold palm due to the force of his clenched hand. His fingers turn white. Then suddenly, the hand floats with full force. It touches Alex's pale and melancholic face, ignored by Bellamie.

SLAP!

"Dare you appear in front of me, Alex!" Bellamie shouts with a breathless voice. His eyes glare at Alex, who turns away. He gently rubs the cheek that just received a slap from Bellamie. The woman in front of him looks terrifying. But Alex has anticipated this.

His mistake is significant. Perhaps forgiveness is not easy to come by.

"GO!" Bellamie orders immediately. He points to the snowy area where the storm is still raging. The sounds of the wind, enough to create a tense atmosphere, still echo. In front of the main gate of the cottage, four cars that Bellamie feels are accompanying the sturdy silver-haired man are parked. He clenches his fists. "Go. I don't want to see you again."

"The storm is strong, Bella.