The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Bella doesn't know you're here to see me, right?" Drew lowered his voice, his breathing a little unstable.

"Bella is already asleep." Justin looked at him deeply and frowned. "Drew, why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell? I can ask my grandpa's personal doctor toe and take a look at you now." Drew let him in and closed the door tightly. Then he panted and walked to the sofa.

Under the dim lights, he gritted his teeth and took off the tattered black shirt.

Instantly, Justin's pupils contracted, and he gasped in shock.

Drew's well-defined chest and abdomen were covered with horrifying wounds everywhere. Shad scabbed over, and swere still bleeding.

But more terrifyingly was the palm-sized burn on his back.

His honey-colored skin was bloody red, with a huge blister that had swollen and burst. Blood mixed with pus trickled down. "How did this happen?!" Justin's heart tightened, and he quickly helped Drew to sit down.

"Christopher hired sthugs to killand Yvonne, then set a fire outside the villa, trying to burn us to death inside." Drew felt the bone-piercing pain from the burn and gritted his teeth.

He led a dangerous life and was undoubtedly a tough guy, not making a sound despite suffering such major injuries.

In fact, he was already hanging on by a thread when he cto see Bella. He forced himself to endure the pain until now to avoid worrying his sister.

"Christopher... That insane madman!" Justin's eyes reddened with hatred, and he took a cotton swab soaked in iodine to disinfect Drew's wounds.

Having his back facing him, Drew panted and smiled. “Honestly, right now, I'm most grateful that Bella still loved you even when Christopher was pursuing her. Thank goodness she was not deceived by that bastard. Otherwise, Bella's life would be ruined." Justin's fingertips trembled, and a thousand emotions surged in his heart, choking his throat.

"So, in a way, I have to thank you." Drew's face twisted in pain where Justin could not see.

"Being chosen by Bella is the greatest honor of my life." Intense emotions churned in Justin's eyes as he said, "I didn't do anything for Bella. She was smart and strong enough, capable of protecting herself.” "Tsk. Protect herself?" Drew's lips curled, his face covered in sweat. "When did she ever protect herself... In the past, Wyatt protected her, and now that she's grown, we protected her. Who would want to put up all their defenses and act strong if there's someone to pamper and protect them?" At this moment, the cruel but beautiful images of him and Yvonne fighting alongside each other appeared vividly in his mind. Those skills must have been honed through harsh training, and every move was aimed at killing, not for self-defense.

Drew blinked hard, swallowing the bitter emotions and distress down his throat.

When did Yvonne quietly take root in his heart? By the the realized it, she had already planted a field of bright and blooming roses in his heart.

"Justin, is this what it feels like to have someone in your originally empty heart?" Justin treated Drew's wounds, quietly listening to his murmurs.

"There's too much difference between familial and romantic love. I don't know how to love. Having pretended for so long, I've lost a primal instinct of humans, which is to love someone. But I want to be like you, giving it all to love for once... I want to try it." That night, Yvonne returned to Pivotage with Taylor as if nothing had happened.

For three days, Christopher did not appear in Pivotage or summon her, nor did he assign her new tasks.

Perhaps due to the side effects of the pills she took, she spent most of the three days in a drowsy state.

The feeling of being half-awake, half-dreaming, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, was indeed addictive and wearisome.

Especially when in the dream, she and Drew were passionately hugging and kissing, bodies entangled...

Those heart-racing images beca strong contrast with her lonely and cold reality when she woke up, which fueled her deeper desires.

She wanted to take two more pills and return to her slumber. Only then could she meet him again. It was not too greedy to let her have everything in her dreams, right? hovels On the fourth night, Yvonne forced herself to bathe and changed into a simple, elegant green silk dress before walking out of her room.

A bodyguard walked toward her in the empty hallway, holding a flower pot. As he got closer, Yvonne's eyes widened, and her heart immediately jumped out of her chest. The bodyguard was holding the pot of red roses in Christopher's living room.

"Ms. Yvonne." The bodyguard stopped and bowed.

"Aren't these roses in Mr. Christopher's room? Why did you take it out?" Yvonne pretended to be calm, her heart pounding.

"Oh, Mr. Taylor askedto take it out. He said Mr. Christopher doesn't need it anymore." With that, the bodyguard walked past Yvonne's pale face.

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