âChris! What are you doing?â Bella exclaimed, flustered. She instinctively pushed against his shoulders.
To Justin, her struggles seemed like ambiguous signals of
acceptance.
Christopher remained silent, only hugging her tighter. He glanced up
once more, locking eyes with Justin.
His expression was filled with blatant mockery and arrogance. No
matter how much Bella struggled, he refused to let her go.
Justinâs heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand knives.
Every nerve in his body was taut as waves of agony washed over him. ut as waves of agony washed
over him.
Watching Bella and Christopher embrace felt worse than being
physically stabbed. The pain was far worse compared to the injuries
he suffered as a soldier.
Justinâs face drained of color as he turned away, stumbling back as if
he had drunk too much. His body weakened.
At that moment, Christopherâs arms loosened, and Bella took the
opportunity to break free. She stepped back, her eyes filled with anger.
âMr. Iverson, donât ever do this again. Consider this your final warning. Otherwise, we wonât even be
friends anymore!â
âIâm sorry, Bella. I truly am.â
Christopher immediately put on an expression of innocence and guilt,
his hands suspended in the air, looking incredibly embarrassed.
âI know you only see me as a friend, and Iâve been trying to remind myself to maintain my boundaries.
But I just lost control at that moment. I promise it wonât happen again. Bella, please forgive me
this time. I was just too emotional.â
Bella rubbed her forehead impatiently, letting out a heavy sigh. âI
really hate it when men other than my brothers touch me. I hope your
remember that.â
Christopher clenched his teeth. His hands awkwardly hung by his
sides with his fists clenched in frustration.
He thought, âDo you really hate other men touching you? What about
Justin? You even allow your secretary, Steven, to be near you. Is it
just me that you canât stand, Bella?â
âThank you for your concern. Itâs late, so I should go back now.â
As she said that, she had a deja vu moment and slowly turned to look behind her, only to be
disappointed that there was no one there.
â¦
Justin stumbled back to the villa, dragging his feet.
âJustin!â Ryan was so concerned about his best friend that he didnât
leave with the rest of his family.
When he saw Justin returning alone, looking lost and dejected, he hurriedly approached Justin.
However, Justin did not even notice Ryan and walked forward in a
daze.
âJustin Justin Ryan reached out and embraced him, anxiously
asking âWhereâs Bella? How did your conversation go Has she
forgiven you?
havenât done anything wrong
Justinâs bloodshot eyes were
âWhy should I seek her forgiveness
Why should I ask for her forgiveness
calm yet hollow, as if he had lost his soul
Ryan, Iâm tired No matter how hard
matter how much I chase after her
to let her go
try to keep her, Feanât Ne
canât catch up. Perhaps itâs time
âJustin! Justin!â Ryan reached out and embraced him, anxiously
asking, âWhereâs Bella? How did your conversation go? Has she forgiven you?â
âWhy should I seek her forgiveness? I havenât done anything wrong. Why should I ask for her
forgiveness?â Justinâs bloodshot eyes were
calm yet hollow, as if he had lost his soul.
âRyan, Iâm tired. No matter how hard I try to keep her, I canât. No
matter how much I chase after her, I canât catch up. Perhaps itâs time
to let her go.â