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 into the hospital room. "Your

of Bella's eyes as she buried her face

but she wished he would hold her like this forever,

sudden emptiness in his arms made the

uncomfortable.

fixed on something. Under the dim light, he clearly saw two silver strands

as smooth as silk, making

hurts!" Bella quickly covered her

at it seriously. "You have white

the next second, tears threatened to overflow from

together, she would often perch behind him while he worked in his study, playfully

You're getting old! I just

lift his head from his pile of paperwork

hair, so I grew a few

heard that men who

--"Oh? Is that so?"