Chapter 322

Across the street, the tinted windows of a sleek black Lamborghini glided down, revealing Justin’s sculpted and handsome face.

His lips remained tightly pressed, and his eyes, usually cold, now held a subtle hint of red as he focused on the Bentley moving away. The sight of Bella and Christopher as a couple sent a palpable shock through him, causing his heart to react as if electrocuted. A chill surged through his veins.

Justin had gone without sleep for two consecutive nights, and not even sleeping pills proved effective. Since they parted ways at the concert, Justin has been preoccupied and absent- minded. Known for his focus at work, he even skipped important meetings and let reports pass unnoticed.

The reason behind his behavior eluded him, but he was certain that Bella was the root cause of his insomnia.

Today, without informing Ian, he quietly drove himself to the KS World Hotel and waited patiently for the afternoon.

His sole objective was to catch a glimpse of Bella.

Even if it were just to ensure a full night’s sleep, he longed to see her.

However, the shock hit hard when he saw Bella still in Christopher’s company. Intense pain radiated in his head, and a momentary haziness clouded his vision.

The uncertainty of whether this encounter would alleviate his insomnia lingered, but the impact was akin to a heart attack.

darkened. He gritted his

and raced

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servants hustled to prepare for the arrival of distinguished guests. Following Wyatt’s invitation, the kids who could make it had returned Asher, Axel, and his seventh son, Ralph, were already there. Bella was en

could not make it. Since it was not a particularly important gathering, Celeste insisted her

Ralph on his right, shaking his head with a playful smile. “Why is it

the sofa with his

doe- like eyes, a steep nose, full and slightly upturned lips,

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his bright, starry

don’t mind that.”

for my

was a sharp

a mix of confusion and curiosity as the scene unfolded before them. Ralph, the picture of nonchalance on the sofa,

Is this the kind of reflex humans

really know how to pamper me. You chose such a large walnut, knowing they’re my favorite!” Ralph smoothly rose from the sofa, delicately placing the walnut on the coffee table. With practiced finesse, he crushed the shell with one hand, retrieving the kernel

up straight or stand properly! Honestly, you’re lacking all the poise expected of a Thompson man! Are you

Ralph with her hands on her hips. She strode over to

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