Destiny of the Substitute Bride
12. Messy Balau.

"Princess Papa is so beautiful!"

Noah, who was still staring at Bella, gasped, when he heard the praise coming from his father's mouth, Harold. The man proudly approached Bella and embraced her affectionately.

Bella grimaces. "It seems like this is too open, Pa," said the girl embarrassedly, after Harold took off his embrace.

Harold shook his head. "No, Honey! This is how the Werner family should look like. You are the youngest daughter of this family, who is now her only son-in-law, so you don't have to feel inferior, son," the man said cheered. "By the way, your choice is very good, dear." Connect Harold.

"It's not my choice, Pa, it's Brother Noah's." Bella glanced at Noah who was throwing his face the other way.

"Wonderful!" Harold looked at Noah and patted the son on the shoulder.

Noah just nodded thinly. She couldn't possibly tell her father that the dress was bought by Celine. Never mind buying, seeing the shape of the dress in the box, Noah did not want to.

However, where was the unwillingness that the man had shown earlier? Noah is now busy neutralizing his slightly chaotic heartbeat, for some reason.

Jessica, who did not like the situation, interrupted their conversation. "Come, we'll be late, you can praise him again later, right!" exclaimed the woman while looking at the cynical Bella, before then turning around to leave the three of them first.

Quietly Martha looked at Bella with hatred. Too bad tonight was the last night Bella was there.

Thirty minutes later the four of them arrived at one of the five-star restaurants, a favorite of the capital's top officials and artists.

However, there was another look on Noah's face when he arrived at this place. Because the man did not expect that they would have dinner at the place where Noah proposed to Mary first.

Jessica, who noticed Noah's change in look, was naturally smiling, because she was the one who arranged the location of his family's dinner, and Harold was completely unaware of all that.

Meanwhile, Bella looked at Noah with a puzzled face, as the man looked much colder than before.

"Sister," call Bella soft.

Noah did not answer. The man steps away leaving Bella behind.

Bella exhaled for a moment, before catching up with her husband and her parents who had already entered the restaurant.

Once inside, again Noah again surprised by the table they will occupy to eat dinner together, which is table number twenty-three. The same table Noah sat at before Mary with an expensive diamond ring in his hand.

Bella can see Noah's fist. The girl tenderly touched the back of her hand a little. "Sister."

Noah jerks. "Don't touch me!" whispered cynical.

"Sorry," Bella's great-grandson.

Noah did not answer. The man sat in his chair first.

The dinner began peacefully. The waiters took out the food menu in turn, one by one. Not to forget, the strains of jazz music blend harmoniously with the melodious voice of a charming female singer, adding to the enjoyment of this family dinner.

Harold and Jessica seemed to be enjoying each other. However, not with a pair of newlyweds in front of him.

Bella is not much different from her husband. For some reason, seeing Noah's behavior made an uncomfortable feeling perch in the girl's heart.

Realizing the attitude of his two children looked cold, Harold opened his voice. "Noah, Bella, what's wrong? Is there something that's bothering you?"

"Nothing, Pa. I'm just not used to it." Bella was the first to answer Harold's question.

Harold smiled gently. "From now on get used to it. Papa used to still let your refusal to blend in outside the house, but now you can't do that anymore. Okay?"

Bella commented a knotty smile while nodding softly.

Harold turned his gaze to the son who was currently pensive, as if thinking of something.

"Noah!" call Harold a little hard.

"What's up, Pa?" noah said so aware of his daydreams.

"What are you thinking, son?" ask Harold later.

Noah was silent for a moment. "Many Pa. Sorry," the man replied honestly.

Harold put down the cutlery he was holding, then put his hands together while looking at Noah and Bella.

"Noah, Bella, from now on try to open your heart and accept each other, because then the household you build on the basis of matchmaking, will turn into real love. Can you?" Harold looked at his two children in turn.

Jessica, who disliked the warmth Harold had given Bella, sneered. "Don't push too much, honey, Noah's gonna need some time. Her love for Maria is deep, and Bella must understand that."

Hearing the sharp words thrown by Jessica without burden, made the atmosphere of dinner between them increasingly feel cold.

"Darling, you shouldn't have to say that. This is a special dinner for both of them. We should have encouraged them to go through the housewives properly, right?" Harold gently rebuked the wife.

Jessica shrugged her shoulders as she glanced at Noah and Bella. "What is wrong with your mother's words? Mama's right, right?" The woman then turned her eyes to her husband. "Noah still loves Maria, the woman I hoped would be our daughter-in-law. I just need some time to forget about Maria, what's more Noah, Harold. Noah needs an adjustment and moving house is not the best solution to take."

Bella looked down upon hearing Jessica's long words. Luxury food that initially looks so tempting tastes, now is no longer the case. The hunger that whack the girl suddenly disappeared was not restless.

Slowly Bella regressed her chair and stood up. "I want a toilet for a while" he said slowly.

After Bella died, Harold rebuked the wife a little hard. "What you just said hurt Bella, Jesse! You must realize that Noah's wife is currently Bella, our adopted daughter!"

Jessica laughed cynically. "I've always objected to that name, honey. My son was only one, Noah."

Harold closed his eyes for a moment. "Jesse, it's been years and you've really gone too far."

While the two are still engaged in a heated debate, Noah suddenly slams the glass he just used to drink.

"Today's a fucked up dinner!" the man exclaimed as he stood up from his seat.