The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella's rapidly beating heart had not calmed down yet as she pretended to be cool, asking, "After that, didn't you try to find that girl?"

"I've never stopped searching for her, but I don't even know her name or what she looks like. There's nowhere to start."

Justin smiled self-mockingly. "I gave her a nickname, Little Dove. Doves symbolize hope. I was able to come back alive from the battlefield because of her. She gave me hope." Bella's eyes teared up again.

At this point, regardless of whether he knew she was Little Dove, it was enough.

The couple cleaned up the kitchen and living room, took a bath together, and changed into clean matching pajamas, preparing to end the day in their room.

At this time, lan returned.

"lan, you're back? Have you eaten? If not, I'll heat something up for you," Bella asked with concern, sounding more like a considerate elder sister than his boss's wife. "I'm not hungry."

lan quickly shook his head, his eyes dim, and his brows furrowed with a rare sadness.

glances. Their thoughts were connected, so they understood what

been having trouble sleeping for the past two days. I'd like a drink to aid in my sleep. Come have a drink with me." Justin ordered in

not reject it. "Yes,

I'll excuse myself. My waist feels sore." Bella frowned

his hand on Bella's narrow waist, teasingly asking, "Is it because of

indulge in lust. Don't forget how so many kings died young in

a shade of red creeping up onto her face. She

a bottle of fine red wine, and

lan felt flattered and quickly stood up, bowing respectfully, and held his glass with both hands. "Mr. Salvador, I can do it myself.

the nonsense. There's just me