The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Honey! How did you get in here? When did you..."

Justin's mind was still foggy, and his hands, accustomed to caressing her, could not help but gently stroke up and down her sides.

Bella held her chest, pouting. "Phew... You scared me to death. Did you know your gaze just now was terrifying? You looked like you were about to eat me up!"

"I'm sorry, Bella. It's an old reflex I got from my military days. It's an untreatable stress response."

As she listened, deep compassion welled up in Bella's eyes as she softly caressed his cheek.

Overcome with guilt, Justin took her hand and kissed her palm, feeling nervous. "Why did you come in here secretly? What if someone saw you?"

"Secretly? This is my house. I don't need to sneak around. I walked in here openly."

Bella squinted playfully, tapping his nose. "Hmm? Why do I sense that you're feeling a little flustered, Mr. Salvador?"

"This is my first time really coming to your home, Bella. I want to make a good impression on your family." Justin admitted, his voice muffled.

"Pfft, so that's what this is about."

Bella chuckled. Her naughty fingers playfully unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt. "Our family is known for being the toughest crowd to stir up, serve, and please in the world. Otherwise, that snake Christopher would've wormed his way into our inner circle long ago, right?"

"Bella..." The man chuckled wryly.

"They're gradually coming to accept you, so don't worry. Just be yourself."

As Bella spoke gently, Justin realized she had already undone his shirt buttons. "You've been staying up late working again. If you keep sitting and sleeping like this until morning, you'll end up with a herniated disc. Take these off and change into your pajamas. Then get into bed properly."

"Alright, fine."

obediently, but as he changed into his pajamas, he stretched his back and felt

it really is because

you should head back to

and nimble like a playful little rabbit, had already

to

Just wait until we return to

Bella insisted, gripping the hem of

her lip appearing stubborn yet seductive. Desire surged within him, his

compromised and slowly lay

rolled into his embrace, and he skillfully wrapped his arms around her, offering his arm

completely satisfied, quietly sighing

stop degrading yourself in

years Even though he has four wives, he's not a king, and this isn't an

just too overwhelmed at that

huskily, "You

know

I was

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Wyatt' instead

you, Chairman Thompson"."