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?

ambiguous

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

his posture at that moment was unyieldingly assertive, almost

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

his embrace, but the crowd pressing in around them restrained her, leaving her with no choice but to follow his

up, her chest tightened suddenly. She saw Justin's sad and aloof figure

Bella's eyes turned moist, emotions stirring

apart, it felt like there was a wide chasm that

rosy lips trembled, almost

he took even one step toward her, she would run to him without hesitation, without a

Justin turned away indifferently, as if he had

her to

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