The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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 two like sharks

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

unyieldingly assertive, almost exuding a domineering

while nestled within Grant's hold. She felt as

in around them restrained her, leaving her with no choice but

suddenly. She saw Justin's sad and aloof figure standing a few steps away, gazing

met. Bella's eyes turned moist, emotions stirring beneath

like there was

trembled, almost calling out

would run to him without hesitation, without a second

the next moment, Justin turned away indifferently, as

her, chilling her to the bone. Her reddened eyes glistened with