The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 704

Chapter 704 

Justin got out of bed shakily and sprinted toward Bella. 

“You…” 

The man swiftly grabbed her wrist and gave her a pull. 

The next thing Bella knew, she fell into his sturdy arms and dove headfirst into his chest. Her head was still spinning. 

“It’s great that you’re okay, Bella. All that matters is that you’re okay.” Justin rested his chin on her shoulder, his dry lips whispering in her 

ear. 

He was the one injured, yet he could not care less about himself. 

Bella dared not touch him for fear of injuring him further. With a 

blushing face, she protested sternly. “You’re the patient! You 

shouldn’t move! Get back to bed now!” 

“No.” The man was stubborn. With tearful eyes, he pulled Bella cle 

to him. 

Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! 

Bella’s eyes widened in shock. 

His heartbeat was unusually fast. 

Justin was hot to the touch as well. His muscles were rock-hard from 

tension, and the tremors in his body pulled at her heartstrings. 

All the symptoms pointed to one thing-Justin was unwell. 

“Something isn’t right with you, Justin. Let go of me-Mgh!” 

Justin’s heart was racing, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing 

was heavy as he took her lips. 

He inched closer to her while she created distance between them. 

With her back up against the wall, Bella had nowhere to run but face 

his aggressive and domineering kiss. 

Justin closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment. He nibbled her lip, pried open her teeth, and engaged in a tongue-lock with her. 

The overpowering kiss painted Bella’s ears, face, and neck rosy. 

Bit by bit, she could feel his breathing and tremors calming down. His eyes gradually gained lucidity. 

Nevertheless, his kiss was as deep as ever. 

Justin would probably keep the kiss going until dark, if not for the 

loss of oxygen. 

They gasped for air. By then, they had broken out in a sweat. 

The bastard was drenched all over. The hospital gown clung to his 

abs. 

At closer inspection, his discolored lips had become glossy and 

ruddy. 

It was as if the kiss revitalized him. 

“What’s with the assault the moment you regain consciousness, bastard?” Thrown off by the kiss, Bella had a new word to address 

him with. 

“Only to you.” 

Justin felt refreshed and nourished after the tongue-lock. The frustrating restlessness faded away 

Getting cheeky there, he towered over her and propped her chin up with a finger. “But I hope it doesn’t hurt.”