Grant was not unfamiliar with the kind of gaze directed at him. He categorized all of them under one term awe. Yet with Bella, he disliked it when she looked at him with fear.

"Mr. Grant, why are you here?" Bella steadied herself, avoiding his deep eyes.

"I heard from Grandpa that you would be coming tonight, so I came to wait for you," Grant said, gazing at her tenderly.

The crowd was stunned.

What did this mean? Was it a subtle yet public confession?!

Could it be that even Young Master Grant had feelings for Bella?

She had once been his younger brother's woman. Did he truly not care or feel repulsed?

the ambiguous atmosphere, surged toward the two like

his arm, encircled Bella's shoulders,

he appeared gentle, his posture at that moment was unyieldingly assertive, almost

nestled within Grant's hold. She felt as if countless tiny ants were gnawing at

herself from his embrace, but the crowd pressing in around them

tightened suddenly. She saw Justin's sad and aloof figure standing

Bella's eyes turned moist, emotions stirring beneath

there was a wide

lips trembled, almost calling

even one step toward her, she would run

the next moment, Justin turned away indifferently, as if

her, chilling her to the bone. Her reddened eyes

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