The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella's rapidly beating heart had not calmed down yet as she pretended to be cool, asking, "After that, didn't you try to find that girl?"

"I've never stopped searching for her, but I don't even know her name or what she looks like. There's nowhere to start."

Justin smiled self-mockingly. "I gave her a nickname, Little Dove. Doves symbolize hope. I was able to come back alive from the battlefield because of her. She gave me hope." Bella's eyes teared up again.

At this point, regardless of whether he knew she was Little Dove, it was enough.

The couple cleaned up the kitchen and living room, took a bath together, and changed into clean matching pajamas, preparing to end the day in their room.

At this time, lan returned.

"lan, you're back? Have you eaten? If not, I'll heat something up for you," Bella asked with concern, sounding more like a considerate elder sister than his boss's wife. "I'm not hungry."

head, his eyes dim, and his brows furrowed with a

Justin exchanged glances. Their thoughts were connected, so they understood

two days. I'd like a drink to aid in my

reject it.

go ahead. I'll excuse myself. My waist feels sore."

eyes darkened as he placed his hand on Bella's narrow

indulge in lust. Don't forget how so many kings died young in

his chest, a shade of red creeping up onto her face. She urged softly, "Enough. Have a good

of fine red wine, and the two men sat

and held his glass with both hands. "Mr. Salvador, I can do

wine expressionlessly. "Stop the nonsense. There's just me and you here; no

lan was speechless.

in silence for a while before Justin asked,