The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 938

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The slap was rather gentle. 

In contrast to previous encounters, Justin almost perceived Bella’s 

action as just a gentle caress on his cheeks, prompting a slight smile. 

Bella thought, ‘Damn! Is that guy actually smiling?! Why does he seem 

even more shameless now?!’ 

“W-Why did you undress me?” Bella’s arms crossed defensively over her chest, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

Justin looked deeply into her eyes, his gaze full of tenderness and affection. “I’m just helping you treat your wound.” 

What a bold and justified excuse. 

That scoundrel was truly shameless 

“Y-You could’ve waited outside while I changed into suitable clothes, or you could’ve just cut my sleeve with scissors. Why did you have to undress me?!” 

Bella’s face flushed with anger, her watery eyes glaring at him with indignation. “How dare you act like a rogue and still have the nerve to justify yourself?!” 

“Bella, we were married and have slept together. We’ve done it again, even after our divorce.” 

Bella’s breath hitched, and her lips, red like rose petals, pursed. 

Justin’s voice was strained, tinged with desire, as he remarked “I’ve 

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seen everything about you, even the things others haven’t. If I were to act like you, wouldn’t that be too contrived?” 

“Justin, you…” 

Before Bella could finish her sentence, the man disregarded her and 

leaned in, which made her flinch and shut her eyes. 

“Um…” Bella’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

With such a captivating beauty in front of him, Justin’s heartbeat and thoughts were in disarray. Even his breath was hot. 

“Bella, just relax and let go of your hand. How else can I treat your wound like that?” His voice was gentle and soothing, coaxing her. 

Bella could not help but feel her ears tingle at his overly indulgent tone. Her mind was no longer under her control as she obediently put down her trembling arm. 

Justin’s breath grew increasingly erratic. 

His hands trembled as he relied on his determination to skillfully treat Bella’s wound and wrap it with bandages. 

Bella looked at the neatly wrapped bandage on her left arm, feeling deeply moved. 

His emergency first-aid skills remained as professional as ever. It 

was as if the knowledge he acquired was etched into his DNA, retaining its proficiency even after many years. 

“Thanks. You can…” 

Suddenly, Bella’s vision dimmed as she watched the man lean over 

and trap her beneath his chest 

“Bella, you can thank me in a different way” 

Before she could respond, he could not hold back any longer