The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558 

“Why are you saying my name like that?” 

Bella looked at the embarrassed man with a chilling gaze and said. 

peevishly, “Don’t you find it nauseating? I do.” 

“I just don’t want to feel like a stranger to you.” Justin’s heart 

dropped. He had no idea why she was mad again. 

Words of endearment were not his forte. He was a decisive and 

eloquent president on the business front but tongue-tied in the 

presence of his beloved woman. 

“Please don’t use the tone you used with Rosalind on me. It’s an 

insult that you put me on the same level as her.” Bella’s eyes were 

biting. 

Justin pressed his dry lips together and felt his throat itch. 

The hurt he imparted her with had never disappeared. In fact, the cut was as deep as the day they divorced. 

Bella would get hung up on anything that reminded her of the past. 

It never crossed her mind to forgive him. Maybe she commanded herself not to forget the humiliating past. That very reason kept them rooted in place, unable to take the first step toward a new chapter. 

“I didn’t mean to lump you in the same group as her, Bella. I just Justin explained desperately. 

“Enough.” 

Bella opened the door and interrupted him from finishing. “Don’t read 

into it. I told you to come over because I know you well. You will never leave Roza’s workplace until I let you do what you want to. I just don’t 

want to give Roza any problems.” 

Justin stared at Bella’s back dejectedly. 

She only brought Justin to the studio because she was pressed for 

time. Celeste’s birthday was around the corner, and the operation of 

the hotel business took up most of her days. Bella only had time in the evenings to make the dress at Roza’s studio. 

Bella grabbed a hair tie on the table and secured her hair into a bun. 

Justin looked at her tenderly, his fingers twitching. 

He was tempted to run his fingers along her thick, black hair. 

Justin remembered sharing a bed with her when they first got married. Bella was not the type to stay still in her sleep, and her hair would spread to his side of the bed. Not wanting her hair to get caught under him, Justin had once carefully tamed the loose strands 

together. 

The man felt a lump in his throat as his eyes welled up. 

At the time, Bella slept by his side and was within his reach. Now, he had no right to even be close to her. 

“Hey.” 

Bella had a pin between her lips while sewing embellishments onto the gown. “Have you been keeping well?” 

“I’ve been well,” Justin responded with a hoarse voice. 

“I see.” 

Without stopping the task at hand, she looked up at the dazed man. 

Didn’t you say that you wanted a moment with me? What’s on your 

mind?” 

Justin was lost for words. 

“Ha? Cat got your tongue? You better not lie to me about having