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?

who sensed the ambiguous atmosphere, surged toward the

intense as he lifted his arm, encircled Bella's shoulders, and pulled her

that moment was unyieldingly assertive, almost

hold. She felt as if countless tiny ants were

around them restrained her, leaving her with no choice but

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

eyes turned moist, emotions

it felt like there was a

rosy lips trembled, almost calling

even one step toward her, she would

turned away indifferently, as if he had

of disappointment washed over her, chilling her to the

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