The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"I couldn't fall asleep since you hadn't returned home yet." Bella rushed to Justin's side, eager to assist him, as she helped him remove his suit and loosen his tie. Her nose curiously sniffed his collar. "Hmm? You didn't have any drinks tonight?"

"My older brother isn't well, so he doesn't drink. We only had tea tonight." Justin's left arm slid around her waist as his right hand worked on the buttons of his shirt. In a deep voice tinged with warmth and guilt, he continued, "I was chatting with Grandpa for a bit, and that's why I'm late. Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"What's wrong? You seem so low on energy tonight, like a poor little puppy."

Bella gently traced her fingers along his lovely eyes, her expression turning gentle. "Did your brother bully you? Did he give you a hard time?"

Suddenly, Bella's tone shifted. Pouting angrily, she declared, "If he dares to mess with you, I'll flip his wheelchair over! If he tries to bully my man, I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life crippled!"

Justin, who had been holding back his feelings, could no longer control himself. His eyes turned red, and he gazed at her intensely.

Without saying a word, he swept her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Bella was gently lowered onto the bed by his tall frame. Her partially opened silk robe gradually fell off her as they moved together. Justin's breath quickened, his gaze fiery and intense, drawing her in deeper as she burned with longing.

Her neck was covered in red marks from his kisses as his skilled hands caressed her sensitive areas.

He gently massaged her, causing her whole body to feel like it was melting into the bed, wet and out of control.

Their overwhelming passion had momentarily made Justin forget about his worries.

After multiple orgasms, Bella was finally exhausted, lying on the bed with no strength left to even turn over.

Bella nearly drifted off and murmured weakly, "What happened tonight... You're so crazy..."

They clung to each other, his large hand covering the back of her hand, their fingers intertwined.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

His lips traced slowly across her shoulder blades, leaving behind his saliva.

"Bella, I will protect you. I will definitely protect you. No one will ever lay a hand on you."

The following morning, Wilma, aware that Justin and Bella were attending a funeral that day, had woken up early to prepare a hearty breakfast.

To let his beloved wife rest a bit longer, Justin brought the breakfast tray to their room and hand-fed her.

She was extremely pampered.

"Alright, alright, you're feeding me too slowly. I'do it myself." Bella took the cup and drank the entire glass of milk in one go. There was a of milk at the corner of her

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mouth. Justin watched this and, in a husky voice, asked, "Was it good?"

"It was okay, hmm..."

Before she could finish her sentence, he leaned in and kissed her lips, tenderly licking away the remaining milk.

"And compared to last night?" Justin asked in a low, playful tone, his eyes darkening with amusement.

Bella flushed a deep red, recalling the thrilling yet embarrassing events of the previous evening.

Flustered and annoyed, she lightly pounded his chest. "You're hopeless! Perverted rascal!" she retorted.

Seeing her so embarrassed and

upset, Justin could no longer tease her. Even though he had enjoyed last night's activities, he now regretted them. n. His own pleasure wasn't the priority. He just wanted her to feel happy and comfortable in their intimate moments.

"By the way, there's something I forgot to tell you." Justin took a napkin and gently wiped Bella's lips, speaking in a casual manner. "Bethany has completely lost it. She

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bleeding yesterday and had to be rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment."