The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Soon, Bella realized that Justin was missing. She took the chance to leave the lively table and bumped into Wilma in the corridor.
"Wilma, where did Justin go?"
"Young Master went back to his room. I knocked on the door for a long time, but he didn't open it." Wilma shook her head and
complained, "There are so many people here tonight. It's so lively and fun. I don't know what's wrong with him. He's locking
himself in his room and acting like a moody teenager."
Bella looked concerned and forced a small smile, knowing that Justin always felt really down when he visited his mother's grave,
especially after the argument with Gregory at the cemetery. It must have brought back a lot of pain for him.
Upon coming back, experiencing such a vibrant atmosphere would naturally stir up various emotions.
"Wilma, please look after the guests on the balcony. I'll go check on Justin."
Bella stood at the door for a moment, hesitating, then knocked on the door. "Justin? Justin?"
There was no response from inside.
"Don't be sad. Come out and have some barbecue. Everyone is waiting for you," Bella persisted.
Justin hesitated for a moment before finally responding.
"I know what happened today must have made you feel bad. I know you miss your mom. I understand how you feel. Every year
when I visit my mother, I feel just as sad as you do."
Bella pressed her hand against the door, her voice gentle, like a spring stream flowing towards him.
"But don't worry. I'll make sure you're happy in the days to come. I understand that you've been feeling alone, but remember, you
have me, Grandpa Nigel, Wilma... We're all here for you. Family, friends, and partners everything other people have-you will too."
Before she could finish, the door suddenly swung open.
Bella was suddenly pulled into the darkness by an irresistible force. Before she knew it, the door closed quietly behind her.
In the dim space, she was pressed against the door by Justin's sturdy body, their breaths entwining, and the temperature of their
skino gradually rising.

"Bella..." Justin murmured in her ear, his voice hoarse yet seductive.
Every time Bella took a breath, her chest would press tightly against his chest, making her blush and feel hot.
Though no one knew each other's
bodies
of intetter than they did, this l
y still made her heart race,
and she trembled slightly beneath
him.
"Are you lying to me?" Justin's eyes held a hint of playfulness, shining like stars in the dim light.
"Huh?" Bella met his intense gaze, momentarily lost in it.
"What others have, I'll also have."
Bella's crimson lips parted, and her fingers playfully traced his chiseled jaw. "Of course, sir. I have never lied to you before."
Justin's throat bobbed as he spoke with a dry mouth, "I'm craving some meat."
"Let's go. It's all cooked."
"No, I want it just for me, extra food."
As soon he finished speaking, Justin pressed harder, gripping her wrists with his large hands and pinning them above her head.
Bella's stunning eyes lit up as she realized just how naive she had been! The only meat this man craved was her.
But she did not have time to think. Bella suddenly felt the sensation of his warm, wet lips pressing firmly
against hers. His deep and roulet
gasp seemed to convey an intense desire to consume her very essence. The kiss was passionate and fierce.