The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1960

The night was pitch black, only illuminated by the moon high in the sky. When they returned to the villa, Justin retreated to his study. Bella stood by the window with her hair still wet from her bath, lost in thought. She dwelled on Grant's words, carefully dissecting each one. He intrigued her deeply.

She prided herself on understanding people. When Christopher showered her with flattery, she easily saw through his facade. Yet, with Grant, she sensed no hostility. He was gentle and refined, like a breath of fresh air. Even more surprising was his willingness to test the medicine for Carrie personally. Even if his intentions were not entirely pure, the stakes were so high.

Bella frowned, her mind racing. 'Grant, who are you really?'

Suddenly, she felt warm arms wrapping tightly around her waist.

"You little lazy cat, not drying your hair when I'm not around, hmm?" Justin's voice came from behind her. His warm breath tickled her neck, making her flush a rosy red. "If you catch a cold, it hurts me too."

"When did you get here? You startled me," Bella replied softly.

"What were you thinking about so deeply?" Justin asked, kissing her earlobe.

"Your older brother," Bella replied absentmindedly, her gaze still in the middle distance.

Justin's heart dropped at these words. His kiss turned into a bite, punishing her for her carelessness.

"Ouch, that hurts... Ah!" Bella exclaimed as he forcefully turned her around, gripping her chin and staring her down.

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"Bella, who did you say you were thinking about?" Justin's voice was hoarse.

"You know I didn't mean it that way... Mmph!" Her words were cut off by a searing kiss, and he invaded her mouth aggressively.

Bella's tongue felt numb and sore under his onslaught. She could hardly move, pressed tight against the balcony railing. Justin was acting crazy tonight, which made her nervous. But before she could think any further, his kiss left her dizzy and disoriented.

The rose silk robe she wore slipped down her back, caught between their bodies.

In the silver moonlight, her flawless body unfolded for him like a delicate flower, soft against his heaving chest. Justin's last restraint snapped. His calloused hands kneaded one breast while his mouth lowered to suck on the other.

"No... I... I just showered..." Bella's neck arched back involuntarily, pain and pleasure intermingling.

"We'll shower again. I'll help you." Justin's hands gripped her waist tightly. His crisp shirt was still buttoned fully, but his trousers were already off. Without hesitation, he plunged into her, driven wild with

need.

Bella's eyes welled up with tears. Her arms trembled as they wrapped around his neck, her porcelain body bouncing rhythmically against the railing. The cool night wind on her back created a torturous mix of heat and cold.

"Justin... I'm cold... Can we move to the bed... Please?" Bella's body was slick with sweat, yet her lips quivered.

"Are you still thinking about him? Are you?" Justin's eyes followed her, ignoring her plea.

He felt like he was losing his mind.