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

arm, encircled

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

hold. She felt as if countless tiny ants were

but the crowd pressing in around them

Justin's sad and

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

steps apart, it felt like there was a wide chasm that separated

trembled, almost calling out

one step toward her, she would run to

in the next moment, Justin turned away indifferently, as if he had

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

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