The only time Bella softened her heart without hesitation was for him.

Justin's handsome face paled, and his star-like eyes were clouded with complex emotions-dark, conflicted.

With a deep gaze, Grant bent down to pick up the bouquet from the floor. Maneuvering his wheelchair to the coffee table, he carefully placed the lilies into the vase, one by one.

"Throwing these flowers away would be a shame. They're still quite beautiful," Grant said with his back to the two, his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

Seeing Bella close her eyes, Justin's voice turned hoarse. "Get some good rest."

After speaking, he turned and walked toward the door, his steps mechanical.

"Justin." She called out to him.

The man paused but did not turn around.

"From now on, we'll go our separate ways. We have no ties anymore."

but her voice remained cold and resolute. "You don't need to force yourself to

room, Justin felt like his steps were floating,

pounding in his head grew stronger with each step, and his

our

in his ears, pulling at his nerves, and his forehead was slick with cold sweat. "Justin."

in his tracks and

in his wheelchair,

like to speak with

tightly,

went up to

sunny afternoon, but winter had arrived. The cold wind cut through

former soldier with a remarkable physique,

he took a

beside him, his ink-black eyes gazing into the distance." The wind is strong here. You're in poor health, so

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