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?

the reporters, who sensed the ambiguous atmosphere, surged toward the two

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

moment was unyieldingly assertive, almost exuding a domineering aura

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

his embrace, but the crowd pressing in around them restrained her,

up, her chest tightened suddenly. She saw Justin's sad and aloof figure standing a few steps away, gazing expressionlessly in

turned moist, emotions

apart, it felt like there was a

almost calling out

toward her, she would run to him without hesitation, without a second

turned away indifferently, as if he had seen nothing, and left

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