Running around recklessly was not going to help the situation.

Justin decided to ask Bella to stop standing in the cold wind and return to the villa to warm up.

In the meantime, he got his people to begin the search and contacted Ryan to send reinforcements.

The two of them sat side by side on the sofa.

This time, it felt different. They were much closer than before, no longer separated by another person.

It felt natural, like two magnets drawn to each other. Neither knew who leaned toward whom first. But at the moment, Bella had no interest in romance.

She sat curled up on the sofa, her arms wrapped around herself, her damp jacket still on as a chill crept through her body.

Bella sat quietly and listened as Justin made calls, directing the search efforts with his usual calm and meticulous manner.

In the past, his presence would have been enough to ease her mind. But this time, her thoughts were in chaos.

The anguish in her heart felt like it was being torn apart by relentless, sharp claws, the piercing pain radiating through her chilled body and leaving her struggling to breathe under the weight of her emotions.

"Young Madam, please take off your jacket, or you'll catch a cold!" Wilma hurried over with a cup of hot tea, holding it out to Bella with both hands. "Drink this while it's hot. It'll warm you up."

Bella hesitated. "I'm fine. Give it to Mr. Salvador instead."

was a kid, he rolled in the snow and swam in frozen lakes

Ryan, but his intense

pale features

emotions, her body trembled beneath the snow-white jacket, like a fragile ice sculpture on the verge of shattering at

Justin's voice had a gentle tone. "Ryan's on his way.

with

need for that," Justin

Bella's hands. Once flawless like porcelain, they now bore faint scars from the

shot through Justin's

lips moved slightly, as though he wanted to ask if her wounds still

Bella beat him to it.

Justin nodded. "Yes."

Carrie? Will she be alright on her own?" Bella

anymore. After everything she's been through, she's become more independent and resilient. Besides, Dean is with her.

warm in here. You shouldn't keep that damp jacket on, or you

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, leaving her

in a silk nightgown came into view in the

hair fell over her chest, partially obscuring the glimpse of skin beneath. It

shifted uneasily, swallowing

nightgown underneath. She hurriedly clutched her jacket closed, blushing as she lowered her eyes in embarrassment. Though they had once been husband and wife, this moment felt like the shy, tentative stirrings of a new romance between two

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