The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Those sweet nothings that Bella once dreamed of hearing were now a constant reality.

Now, Justin wrapped himself around her day and night, chattering in her ear like a mosquito. To the point where she almost grew tired of it.

Yet, every time he drew close, touched her, and kissed her, her mind lit up like fireworks. Her emotions stirred beyond control as she allowed him to tease and tempt her.

As for her love for him, she did not need to express them in words.

It was all there in her reactions. Her face flushed, her heart raced, or her body yielded to his touch. That said everything.

Bella tried to regain her composure from his overwhelming kisses, playfully grabbed his tie, and teased. "Justin, you used to be so serious. Why do you always look like you're a dog in heat now?" She paused, realizing that might be too harsh to say out loud.

Even if it was true, it was not nice to say it out loud. It was better to spare him some dignity.

However, Justin's breathing grew heavier, a thick desire simmering in his eyes as he caressed the nape of her neck, his forehead resting against her smooth brow.

"Bella, I'm a dog in heat for you."

and her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow as she playfully poked his firm chest. "Stop saying that. Criticizing yourself is like

tender, reddened lips. "Today is a rare occasion. The minivan is spacious enough for us

for revenge, not to make out with you in

flicked him on the forehead, quickly changing the subject. "By the way, why aren't the Hoffmans here today?

Zoe's scandal. They've been in the spotlight for all the

least they're aware of

lightly grazing her cheek, the sensation tickling slightly. "Ryan previously mentioned that he despises these events. He'd

few days that I wake up feeling

rabbit escaping from

in separate beds, he almost teared up. He pleaded, "Please don't be

then, a knock on

the car window

the arrangements inside the

your hard work, Mr.