The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2307

Chapter 2307

The moment their gazes met, Bella’s heart trembled. Her thoughts were tangled like a ball of yarn toyed with by a kitten, hopelessly knotted. ‘ How long has Justin been here? Had he waited all night?"

Bella stared at those beautiful, bloodshot eyes without blinking. A sourness surged up from her nose, and her heart thudded painfully. But then she remembered the scene from yesterday at the orphanage —him standing beneath a tree with Clarice, protectively shielding another woman.

Her frail body trembled slightly as she shifted her gaze away from Justin, her throat tight, struggling with a lump that refused to go down.

She had endured storms of blood and violence and survived the harshest conditions when she was working with Doctors Without Borders, facing hunger and cold, even going without a proper bath for weeks. Yet none of that had ever made her feel this way.

Just as she was about to shut the door, Justin sprang up and strode forward. His strong hand grabbed the edge of the door, almost catching his fingers in the frame.

“What do you want?” Bella kept her eyes lowered, refusing to look at him, but she could still feel the intense and heavy gaze bearing down on her.

Justin bent his head, his chest rising and falling, his warm breath brushing against her reddened nose. “I’ve been waiting for you."

“Mr. Salvador, what could you possibly be waiting for? Besides, I already told my assistant to inform you that I won’t see you.” Bella turned her pale face away, her voice trembling faintly. “Just go. I’m tired. I need to go back to sleep..."

“Tired, and yet you’re up this early?” Justin gazed at her delicate face, soft as jade. His voice was low and deep. “I remember you never had the habit of sleeping in. You were always full of energy, waking up early to go rowing or work out."

“T’'m not always full of energy. Even I have lazy days.” Bella’s thin shoulders shrugged slightly. The corners of her pale lips curled into a faint, forced smile. “There was a time when I did sleep in, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Who would care about something so trivial? It’s all in the past now. I don’t care anymore."

Justin’s dark eyes narrowed sharply.

He recalled the time they had lived together. They were inseparable.

Every morning after their nights of passion, she would be like a sleepy kitten, never getting enough rest.

He had been insatiable, always craving more of her, never satisfied with just one round. Every time, he would drain himself completely , filling her with everything he had and exhausting her. It wasn’t until she cried and begged for mercy, scratching his back until it was a mess, that he would finally stop.

“Does your leg still hurt?” Justin’s voice was low and hoarse, his eyes dark and unreadable.