The chilly night breeze carried an ominous tension, swirling between them like a looming threat.

Upon seeing Justin's arrival, Christopher's expression shifted dramatically from joy to solemnity.

"Bella, you're here?" Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit up with tender affection, wishing she could rise from her wheelchair to greet her.

Bella's remarkable beauty has always left a lasting impression on Mrs. Iverson, even to the point where she sometimes struggled to recognize her own son but never failed to identify Bella instantly. Mrs. Iverson genuinely cherished Bella, unable to conceal her affection.

"Hello, Mrs. Iverson," Bella greeted politely, bowing respectfully.

Justin stood by Bella's side, encircling his arm around her waist, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he observed Christopher's every move.

"Bella, who is this?" Mrs. Iverson looked puzzled, glancing uncertainly at Justin's impassive face and instinctively reaching for Christopher's sleeve.

Bella was about to speak, her gaze fixed on her partner's handsome side profile.

But before she could, Christopher adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Bella, what a coincidence to run into you here. Are you going on a trip, too?"

Throughout the interaction, he engaged solely with Bella, completely disregarding Justin's presence.

"Christopher, do you think I'd be in the mood for a vacation?"

Bella's eyes glinted sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone, refusing to entertain Christopher even in front of Mrs. Iverson.

you caused. With Maxwell still roaming freely and

thin lips slightly quivered as he gazed into his partner's starry eyes, brimming with love as

talking about? What bloodshed? I don't understand," Mrs. Iverson

that you don't understand, because I don't

of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this Maxwell guy? And

chest,

when they were trying to capture Winston, remained vivid in

it all, shamelessly portraying himself as an innocent person and offering

waist tremble with tension. She felt him struggling

to vent her frustrations for him, her brother, sister, and

was not the right time. Indulging in

heavy price for his actions and for him to

we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail body

years, her son sheltered her indoors, making her delicate and sensitive to the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still far from cold, whether it was during the day or

I'll take you

I regret to inform you that your

words, continuing to walk

a pressure that seemed to freeze

feeling cold?" Christopher

was fierce and vicious,

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