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.

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

Bella's eyes as she buried her

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

the sudden emptiness in his arms made the muscles in his arms tense. That subtle, sharp sensation crawled up his

uncomfortable.

dim light, he

as smooth as silk,

her temple as

at it

second, tears threatened to

when they had lived together, she would often perch behind him while he worked in his study, playfully plucking out the occasional white hair

for! You're getting old! I just pulled

his pile of paperwork and smile at

with my hair, so

that men who

--"Oh? Is that so?"