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?

instant, the reporters, who sensed the ambiguous

his arm, encircled Bella's shoulders,

unyieldingly

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

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

saw Justin's sad and aloof figure standing a few steps away,

turned moist, emotions stirring beneath the

felt like there was a wide chasm that

trembled, almost calling

one step toward her, she would run to

in the next moment, Justin turned away indifferently, as if he had seen nothing, and left

her, chilling her to the

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