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.

as he effortlessly picked up the petite woman, carrying her straight into the

as she buried her face against his chest,

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

his arms made the muscles in his

uncomfortable.

something. Under the dim light, he clearly saw two silver strands of hair

thick and jet black, as smooth as silk, making

hurts!" Bella quickly covered her temple as she glared at

plucked one out, staring at it seriously. "You

tears threatened to overflow from

often perch behind him while he worked in his study, playfully plucking out

done for! You're getting old! I

pile of paperwork and smile

my hair, so I

who

--"Oh? Is that so?"