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

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

appeared gentle, his posture at that moment was unyieldingly assertive, almost exuding a domineering aura that allowed

slender shoulders trembled while nestled within Grant's hold. She felt as if countless tiny ants

pressing in around them restrained

and aloof figure standing a few

Bella's eyes turned moist,

like there was a wide chasm

lips trembled, almost

even one step toward her, she would

moment, Justin turned away indifferently, as if he

her, chilling her to the bone.

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