The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Bella, you're finally awake!"

Christopher tightly grasped her hand, rubbing and kissing it with an almost desperate tenderness. "You slept for an entire day and night, and I was terrified... I was so scared something might be wrong with you. While you were asleep, I had a doctor come and give you glucose. You can't keep starving yourself. Even if you hate me to the core, it's not worth punishing yourself like this, is it?" Bella was a doctor herself, and she knew her body was close to its limit. As much as she loathed him, Christopher was right. If she wanted to kill him, she needed to regain her strength first. "I want meat." Bella spoke without looking at him.

For the first time in five days, Christopher received a non-hostile response from Bella. His eyes lit up. "Alright... I'll have the kitchen prepare it right now! Bella, it'll be ready soon. Just wait!" Within an hour, the kitchen had prepared a table full of delicacies for her.

Two maids helped her get ready while pushing her around in a wheelchair. By the time she emerged from the bathroom, her face regained a hint of color, but her cheeks remained sunken in. Christopher's gaze darkened with desire as he strode forward and lifted her from the wheelchair, holding her tightly against his chest.

Bella was flooded with hatred, but she was too weak to resist.

He carried her to the dining room. He kept her on his lap as he sat down, nestled within his arms.

"You're not well, so I'll feed you, Bella."

deep affection, cutting the steak into small pieces and patiently

Rose Island that Christopher's

plate was

"Good girl."

her cheek. "Eat well, gain some weight, and you'll look beautiful in the wedding dress. Of course, my Bella is already

of

marry her too fiercely, but

now at her limit, unable to

a while, and

to have the ceremony there." Christopher picked up a napkin and gently

remained silent