The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"If I can't do it, no one else in this world can." Bella snorted proudly, full of confidence.

"With Asher and I not around to protect you, don't go being all reckless and wild. But also, don't try to handle everything on your own when things get tough. Make sure to talk to us. Or ask your husband for advice. Let him help you out or take the bullet for you if needed..."

"Wyatt, Justin's my husband, not a human shield. What do you mean by 'take the bullet'?" Bella pouted in frustration.

However, Justin remained composed, his eyes filled with gentle affection. "Father-in-law, please don't worry. Even if it's a hail of bullets, I will protect her at all costs."

Bella's eyes welled up, and her heart warmed. She leaned into his embrace, feeling like a drifting boat that had finally found a permanent, safe harbor.

"Mr. Salvador."

Wyatt suddenly addressed him formally, causing Justin's nerves to tighten. He quickly responded, "Yes, Father-in-law."

"My daughter is still young, impulsive, and often acts without thinking. Please take good care of her and don't let anyone bully her," Wyatt said, his voice heavy with emotion, almost choking up. Justin's heart surged with emotion as he tightly held Bella's delicate hand and nodded firmly.

room, Bella and Justin headed toward their own

embrace, resting her head on

soaked with Bella's warm tears. He held her close, his own heart heavy, and gently

he wanted to cherish every tear she shed, wanting to spoil her without any limits. "You're worried about Wyatt, aren't you?"

if he will recover Bella said, her reddened nose

recover.

each other tightly, sharing a deep,

in his embrace. Her beautiful eyes were misty as she let out a soft

Justin's kissing skills were

becoming increasingly masterful. He

how to tease

mingling of their lips and tongues created a heady, tingling pleasure that momentarily

Bella whispered, her arms around his neck and her eyes and voice tinged with

"Alright."

eyes darkened with lust.