The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2297

Under the table, Justin clenched his slightly trembling hand, his gaze dark and deep. “I’m fine. Dr. Amaryllis, is there something you need?”

Clarice smiled gently. “Mr. Justin, did you forget? Chairman Salvador instructed me to stay by your side whenever possible to closely monitor your health from now on.”

“Even so, Dr. Amaryllis, do you not understand the most basic manners?” Ian internally rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Even if you’re here to look after Mr. Salvador’s health, the CEO’s office isn’t a place just anyone can enter. Do you normally act this rudely in front of Mr. Grant too?”

Clarice didn’t get angry. Instead, she smiled faintly. “Every profession has its own standards. I don’t blame you for saying that, Mr. Harris, since you’ve never worked in this field. But if something goes wrong because no one’s around when your boss falls ill, would you be able to handle the consequences?”

Ian was so furious that his chest hurt, and he clenched his fists tightly. Ever since Grant brought this inexplicable woman back, all the peace and harmony had been shattered!

The current Justin was different from before. To him, all women were the same now. In this sensitive time, Clarice was seizing the opportunity to get close. If she stayed by his side long enough, who knew what might happen? Couldn’t proximity lead to affection?

He thought, ‘Young Madam, your husband is about to be stolen!’

“Ian, go get me a cup of coffee.” Justin showed no interest in their bickering. He lowered his head as he continued flipping through the documents.

Grinding his teeth, Ian replied, “Yes, sir.”

Clarice’s eyes darkened slightly, and she smiled faintly. “Mr. Salvador, do you like drinking coffee?”

Justin nodded. “Mm.”

“I’m also good at making coffee. Next time, I’ll make some for you.”

“To date, I haven’t found anyone whose coffee tastes better than my girlfriend’s.” The moment Justin blurted that out, his heart inexplicably pounded.

A vivid memory came to him—the mornings after moments of intimacy with Bella, when she stood in the kitchen, lightly dressed in her nightgown, humming a tune as she made him coffee.

Bella had always looked so adorable and at ease. A ray of sunlight shone on her delicate face, and he could not help but wrap his arms around her slender waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek, savoring every inch of that moment.