Chapter 84 Christian's House

• I turn to Christian, who is looking at me with a smile, and my mind is flooded with memories of my childhood with him. How he always insisted on making me play with him. How he would play tricks on me that I didn't like, just so I would leave him alone. Because afterwards, he would agree to listen to the story I was reading while he did different things and drawings in my treehouse or on the little sofa. Always following me around, never leaving me a moment of peace.
• "Now I remember you, always making me do what you wanted! I wanted to read in my treehouse, and you would come in with me and make me play your silly hunter games!" I almost shouted at him, because along with my memories, the feelings came back too, and they weren't good at all. I hated him with all my being.
• "I don't remember any of that, Bella!" He says, smiling innocently with a different glint in his eyes. It seems he likes that I remembered him.