The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 372

“Ms. Bella said you can enter.” Steven stepped aside as if he might catch something from Justin if he got too close.

“Thank you.”

Steven scowled without hiding his resentment toward Justin. “Don’t thank me. Ms. Bella is gracious to you. If it were me, I would beat the

crap out of you.”

He opened the door to the back kitchen before walking away.

After taking a long exhale, Justin stepped inside.

The KS World Hotel’s kitchen was sparkly clean, like a sterilized surgical theater, gleaming stainless steel and white.

The space was quiet, and the only thing Justin could hear was hist breathing and beating heart.

After a turn, he saw a lithe figure working behind a stainless-steel counter. The wide and tall counter made her frame tiny.

Bella took his breath away once again.

Clad in a pristine chef’s uniform with her hair tucked under a hat and her face masked, she sculpted the dough with a pair of scissors.

She was so focused on the task at hand that she did not notice his

presence.

up as he remembered Wilma’s words.

than him. You enjoyed it so much, but you have no idea the amount of effort the young madam put into this tiny dessert. She locked herself in the kitchen all day to make the food for you. She didn’t complain

emotions washed

kitchen. So that was how she spent her three years in the

love, blood, sweat, and tears into the food, but

cherished or showed any appreciation

fool who had wiped away any affection she had

into shapes. She was making pastries for Ada to bring back to

difficult dessert to make. It took

to sculpt four

“Phew! All done.”

a sigh of relief as she stared at her fifth sculpture.

her arm to wipe her

heard

Bella looked up.

gasped sharply as her eyes widened. She let out a cry..

“Justin! W-W-Why…”

her gaze and continued munching.

only three of the four pastries left on the plate.

you could eat it? Spit it out now!” Bella’s cheeks flushed in rage. She was tempted

remained oblivious as he took another

food was yummy.

food, bastard! Stop it!”