The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 941

Chapter 941 

Justin did not dwell on her words. At this moment, concern and guilt over her smoke allergy consumed his mind. 

“You don’t need to cook. I’ll call lan to deliver breakfast, or maybe 

have him come over to cook. While his cooking skills may not match 

Mr. Lovett’s, they’re good enough.” 

Justin then noticed that Bella was barefoot, her delicate feet 

exposed. He furrowed his brows and, without hesitation, grabbed her slender waist and effortlessly lifted her up. 

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Bella exclaimed, her hands hurriedly 

gripping his broad shoulders. 

“How can you be so neglectful of yourself? The floor tiles are freezing. Why would you walk around barefoot?” 

Justin gently placed Bella on the table, kneeling in front of her. He 

took both her feet, one by one, in his hands, holding them close to warm them. 

So warm… It was the warmth Bella was familiar with. 

Bella felt so comfortable that her eyes narrowed slightly in 

contentment, but she did not dare to display her contentment too overtly. 

“Wilma once emphasized the importance of girls keeping their feet warm. Otherwise, health issues may arise later in life.” 

Justin lifted his face to look at her, his eyes filled with both 

tenderness and reproach. “Please don’t walk around barefoot ever 

again.” 

“I only did that because I was in a hurry!” Feeling lectured, Bella 

pouted out a response. 

Justin was slightly surprised, then playfully lifted his lips. “In a hurry? 

What’s the rush? Were you afraid that I’d run away?” 

Bella blushed at his words, her fair cheeks turning rosy. Her toes 

curled slightly in his palm. 

“How could I leave while you were still sleeping? I will never leave you 

here alone.” 

How could he bear leaving anyway? 

In fact, he wished he could just move into her house and sleep by her side every night. He wanted a place in her heart. 

Justin’s hands roamed up her slender legs, gradually standing up straight, supporting her waist, and bending down to kiss her forehead. 

Yet he was not satisfied with just that. He would never have enough of her. 

Bella’s skin flushed, and a shy blush crept onto her fair face. 

Even though they had just been intimate, whenever he drew near, she still felt like a shy bud about to bloom. 

Just as Justin’s lips were about to touch her tender spot, the doorbell rang. 

Ding-dong–Ding-dong–Ding-dong– 

Justin had no intention of answering the door, but the doorbell just 

kept ringing incessantly, 

What a mood killer!