Rebirth: Top Actress, Your Big Shot Husband is Jealous Again! Chapter 130: Could it be the young master who bit it?

Bella Green: ヽ(｀Д´)ﾉ︵┻━┻┻━┻ Can you speak human language?

Bella Green looked furious, pointing at the porridge in front of her, then pointing at her own face, before glaring at Mason Bennett through gritted teeth.

And Mason Bennett actually understood.

So, this blackish stuff in front of him was the result of him ruining the entire kitchen?

Mason frowned at the bowl of porridge, suddenly lifted his hand, pushed the bowl away from in front of him, unable to even look at it.

Bella’s face turned completely dark; after all the effort she put into making the porridge, it was simply despised like this?

"Let Mark Manning take a look at your tongue," Mason said casually.

Bella shot him a glare, snorted coldly, and turned to walk toward Mark Manning.

Mark was montarily stunned, quickly began to examine Bella, and was almost left gaping in shock.

Did she bite this herself? Are you kidding?

Most people, if not careful, would only bite the side of their tongue, but Bella’s injury was right in the middle.

Even a fool wouldn’t bite there, let alone cause such an injury.

Mark looked bizarre, glanced at Mason, and suddenly an outrageous thought popped into his head.

Could it be... the young master bit her?

Thinking of the rumors outside about Mason Bennett not being interested in won, and then realizing that the only one close to him seed to be this young boy.

The more Mark thought about it, the more shocked he beca. Finally, swallowing, he felt as though he had stumbled upon so incredible secret.

Mark lowered his head, pretended to rummage through the dicine box, thinking to himself if acting too shocked would get him silenced?

After a while, he finally found a box of dicine and handed it to Bella.

"Your wound looks serious but isn’t deep. Use this spray three tis a day, and here’s an anti-inflammatory pill for internal use, three tis daily, two pills each ti," Mark instructed.

Bella paid no attention to his expression, raised her hand, and took the dicine.

...

After Mark was gone, Bella glanced at Mason, then with a dark expression, took the box of dicine and went upstairs.

Mason frowned; his temper was getting worse.

A rebellious kid cannot be spoiled...

Withdrawing his gaze, Mason looked again at the black porridge in front of him. After hesitating for a long ti, he suddenly took it, scooped a spoonful.

The sll wasn’t too bad.

Mason opened his mouth, about to drink the porridge, but paused his actions, then returned the spoon to the bowl, standing up and heading upstairs with a grim face.

The appearance is too poor; I just can’t stomach it...

...

The next morning, Bella was woken up early by a phone call.

As soon as she answered, the voice on the other end made her instantly alert, her face clouded.

"Bella, you’re at Mr. Jiang’s place, right? Your mother has prepared a whole table of dishes for today. Would you like to bring Mr. Jiang over for dinner?"

Samuel Gren’s smiling voice ca through the receiver.

Bella opened her mouth, her tongue still a bit sore, but not as bad as before. Mark’s dicine was really effective.

"No need, he won’t co," Bella responded coolly.

"Hey, you child, you haven’t even asked yet. Why don’t you co ho first? There’s sothing your dad wants to talk to you about."

Listening to that endlessly loving voice, Bella’s face grew even more unsightly, and after a while, she let out a breath.

"Fine."