The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella's eyes stung, and her nostrils flared slightly as she held onto a sliver of hope. "Are we friends? Lovers? Exes? Or am I someone you can't let go of?"

Justin's deep, starry eyes remained unreadable. "I don't know."

Looking at the expressionless man before her, as unyielding as a wall of iron, a wave of helplessness washed over Bella, followed by an indescribable sense of disappointment.

"Well, you've seen me now. You can go."

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Justin's tall frame suddenly pushed open the door with such force that Bella became unsteady on her feet. She let out a soft cry and fell backward.

Justin quickly bent down, his firm arm wrapping around her slender waist and lifting her up, their two warm bodies pressed tightly together.

Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breaths.

Justin could even see the fine, nearly transparent layer of fuzz on her delicate skin.

"Let go of me!" Bella's heart raced as she wriggled in his arms.

But Justin's large hand on her waist only tightened. Every move she made seemed more like a teasing, a soft plea for attention.

you were tired. It seems to me that you have plenty of energy." Justin's breathing grew heavier as he effortlessly picked up the petite woman, carrying her straight

the corners of Bella's eyes as she buried her face against

was only a few steps, but she wished he would hold her like

the bed, the sudden emptiness in his arms made the

uncomfortable.

Under the dim light, he clearly saw two

been thick and jet black, as smooth as silk, making those

hurts!" Bella quickly covered her temple as

plucked one out, staring at it seriously. "You have white

and the next second, tears

he

old! I just pulled one last week, and

his pile of paperwork

my hair, so I

that men who grow white hair

--"Oh? Is that so?"