Chapter 4 Invitations——11

"Bella?" His voice shouldn't have been so familiar to me, as if I'd known the sound of it all my life rather than for just a few short weeks.

"Bella？"他的声音不应该对于我来说如此熟悉，好像我不是只认识这个声音短短几周，而是我的一生都已经记住了这个声音。

I turned slowly, unwillingly.

我不愿意的慢慢转过去。

I didn't want to feel what I knew I would feel when I looked at his too-perfect face.

我不想要感受到那种，当我看到他过于完美的脸庞的感觉。

My expression was wary when I finally turned to him; his expression was unreadable.

当我最终转向他的时候我的表情是警觉的；他的表情完全读不懂。

He didn't say anything.

他什么也没说。

"What? Are you speaking to me again?"

“什么？你又和我说话了？”

I finally asked, an unintentional note of petulance in my voice.

我最后问道，在我的声音中透露中着无意识的愤怒。

His lips twitched, fighting a smile. "No, not really," he admitted.

他的嘴唇抽搐着，挤出一个微笑，“不，没有”他承认道。

I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly through my nose, aware that I was gritting my teeth. He waited.

我闭上我的眼睛慢慢吸了一下鼻子，意识到我在磨我的牙齿。他等着。

"Then what do you want, Edward?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed; it was easier to talk to him coherently that way.

“Edward你到底想怎么样？”我闭着眼睛问道；以这样的方式很容易和他交流。

"I'm sorry." He sounded sincere. "I'm being very rude, I know. But it's better this way, really."

“我很抱歉”他的声音听上去很真诚。“我之前对你他鲁莽了，我知道。但是这是最好的方式了，真的。”

I opened my eyes.

我睁开了我的眼睛。

His face was very serious.

他脸上非常严肃。