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The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1258
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“The both of you don’t need to dwell on the past anymore. He's not right for you. If you hold on, you'll only end up hurting yourself more.” “Declan! Listen to what you just said. Is it even humane?!” Bella's heart convulsed with pain. Her eyes were red and swollen.

“Losing my child was a complete accident! | didn’t even realize | was pregnant. How could he have known? Besides, it was my decision to keep the miscarriage a secret. It had nothing to do with him! How many times do | have to say it?!” However, Declan’s expression remained unmoved.

“Bella, you're still young. There are so many men in this world who are better than Justin. What Justin gave you, they can give you too. And even if they can’t, we can.” “l only want him! Declan... I'm warning you again. Don’t stop me. Don’t makehate you!” Bella exclaimed.

She was like a provoked lioness. She gritted her teeth and tried to force her way through, but her slender arms and legs were no match for a soldier.

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Declan’s tall and sturdy figure hardly moved. His eyes darkened as he reached out his long arms to block her path, swiftly pulling her into his embrace with a strong grip around her slender waist.

The next moment, Bella's vision spun as her feet left the ground, and she was lifted into the air.

Declan effortlessly lifted her onto his shoulder, wearing a stoic expression. No matter how she hit and cursed at him, he continued to stride back to the mansion with large steps.

“Declan! You're dead meat! Putdown this instant! Ahh!” Bella pounded his back with her delicate fists, but to him, it felt almost like a tickle.

“Bella, behave yourself.” Declan swiftly walked back, his gentle voice deep and soothing. “I'm doing this for your own good.” x Yvonne slept until the late afternoon.

She crawled out from under the covers in a daze and rubbed her throbbing temples. Her stomach was churning and aching.

“Ugh... where am I?” Yvonne was startled. All traces of sleepiness were gone in an instant.

She glanced around and realized she was in an rs ie 1 Presigenip(ue she Was hot igtaken, this was one of the hotels under the Salvador Corporation.

“Oh no... Drew!” Yvonne trembled as she lifted the covers, only to find her black dress still intact on her body. It seemed Drew hadn't touched her.

Her last memory from the night before was frozen like a still frin a movie, lingering on that ambiguous yet irresistibly hot kiss.

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Yvonne's breathing quickened as she clutched her chest, feeling confused.

But the vast room no longer bore the carefree figure.

“Drew, what kind of man are you?” Lost in her thoughts, a knock on the door interrupted her.

Ignoring her stomach ache, Yvonne slowly got up and opened the door.

Outside stood a waiter, smiling as he handed her a box of medicine.

“Hello, Ms. Smith,” the waiter said as he handed ove fi pholpgeiur Browse medicine for you along with a message.” Yvonne took the medicine, holding it tightly in her hand. “What's the message?” “Take two pills twice a day with meals.” With that, the waiter bowed and left.

Yvonne stood alone, stunned in place, repeatedly reciting his words. Her nose tingled, and her eyes quietly turned red.

When was the last tsomeone cared for her? She couldn't remember anymore.

During her tby Christopher's side, Yvonne served Inge her bean By dong do, she endless money to spend and expensive clothes to wear.