The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1961

Justin had endured it all night. From the moment he saw Bella with Grant, his soul was suffering from torment.

He recalled faking a smile in front of his brother and saying words he did not mean.

God knew how much he wanted to snatch Bella away and hide her in a secret place so that Grant could not take another glance at her.

Bella was his and his alone.

"No... I'm not thinking about him anymore..." Bella's voice broke under his thrusts, and she cried.

They had been together for a long time and had sex countless times, but not once was Justin so relentless, making her feel aggrieved.

"Bella, you're mine.... Don't look at him again. You can only look at me!"

When they both reached the peak, Justin scooped up the woman, who had gone soft, and returned to the

room.

He wanted to take her again on the bed, but Bella shivered, sobbing as she slapped his face lightly.

"I hate you... I don't want it anymore... You're a bully!"

Her slap was not painful at all. It was almost like a caress, but it completely brought the jealous and lustful man back to his senses.

"Sorry. Sorry, Bella... It's all my fault. I won't do this again, I swear."

Justin's heartbeat pounded heavily, filled with deep regret, as he pulled her into his arms tightly, apologizing over and over again.

"I know what you're afraid of..." Bella closed her eyes slightly, her fingertips scratching his muscular back, seemingly comforting him. "Justin, don't be afraid... I am yours. I'll forever be yours."

That night, Bella slept deeply, but Justin tossed and turned, feeling uneasy.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He barely managed to make it to sunrise, but seeing that Bella had no signs of waking up, he did not dare to disturb her. Justin quietly got up to wash, change, and tidy some materials in the study to prepare for the online meeting.

The meeting started at 9:00 a.m. and lasted three hours. Justin tried his best to be attentive, but his mind was still elsewhere.

After the meeting finally ended, he returned to his room and was surprised to find that Bella was still not

awake.

His darling was usually disciplined. Even when they sometimes went overboard the night before, she would still wake up early to exercise, wash up, and do her makeup.

Justin was confused and sat by the bed. Just as his hand touched her round shoulders, he jerked back in fright.

She was burning!

"Bella? Bella?"

He flipped her over and quickly touched her forehead when he saw her flushed face.

It was scorching hot!

His lover, sleeping beside him, had a high fever the entire night, but he only noticed it now.

"Ugh... I'm cold... It's so cold..." Bella muttered incoherently.

Justin's heart burned anxiously. He found another blanket in a panic and wrapped her up. He hugged her as well, but Bella still complained that she was cold.

It must have been last night, when they were doing it on the balcony...

Justin felt guilty and regretful. He wanted to slap himself for being so careless!

But he restrained himself. When Bella woke up, she could slap him herself.

Downstairs, Wilma had already started preparing for lunch.

At this moment, the doorbell rang. She quickly wiped her hands and went to get the door.

When she opened the door, she saw a strikingly handsome man in a black trench coat. "Hi, you are...?"