Justin did not dwell on her words. At this moment, concern and guilt over her smoke allergy consumed
his mind.
âYou donât need to cook. Iâll call lan to deliver breakfast, or maybe have him come over to cook. While
his cooking skills may not match Mr. Lovettâs, theyâre good enough.â
Justin then noticed that Bella was barefoot, her delicate feet exposed. He furrowed his brows and,
without hesitation, grabbed her slender waist and effortlessly lifted her up.
âHey! What are you doing?!â Bella exclaimed, her hands hurriedly gripping his broad shoulders.
âHow can you be so neglectful of yourself? The floor tiles are freezing. Why would you walk around
barefoot?â
Justin gently placed Bella on the table, kneeling in front of her. He took both her feet, one by one, in his
hands, holding them close to warm them.
So warm⦠It was the warmth Bella was familiar with.
Bella felt so comfortable that her eyes narrowed slightly in contentment, but she did not dare to display
her contentment too overtly.
âWilma once emphasized the importance of girls keeping their feet warm. Otherwise, health issues may
arise later in life.â
Justin lifted his face to look at her, his eyes filled with both tenderness and reproach. âPlease donât walk
around barefoot ever again.â
âI only did that because I was in a hurry!â Feeling lectured, Bella pouted out a response.
Justin was slightly surprised, then playfully lifted his lips. âIn a hurry? Whatâs the rush? Were you afraid
that Iâd run away?â
Bella blushed at his words, her fair cheeks turning rosy. Her toes curled slightly in his palm.
âHow could I leave while you were still sleeping? I will never leave you here alone.â
How could he bear leaving anyway?
In fact, he wished he could just move into her house and sleep by her side every night. He wanted a
place in her heart.
Justinâs hands roamed up her slender legs, gradually standing up straight, supporting her waist, and
bending down to kiss her forehead.
Yet he was not satisfied with just that. He would never have enough of her.
Bellaâs skin flushed, and a shy blush crept onto her fair face.
Even though they had just been intimate, whenever he drew near, she still felt like a shy bud about to
bloom.
Just as Justinâs lips were about to touch her tender spot, the doorbell rang.
Ding-dongâDing-dongâDing-dongâ
Justin had no intention of answering the door, but the doorbell just kept ringing incessantly,
What a mood killer!
Bella felt flustered and coughed lightly, hurriedly pushing Justin aside. âWhatâs going on? Whoâs ringing
the doorbell? Only my brothers know about this place, and they all have the passcode to the door.â
âItâs lan.â
Justin thought of his scatterbrained secretary and felt a surge of frustration. âI told him to come here if
he had gathered any new information.â
âWhat information?â
âInformation about Shannon and the perpetrator.â
Bellaâs eyes instantly lit up with understanding, impatiently wanting to jump off the table.
The next moment, she found herself lifted off the ground by Justin with one arm!
âYouâre not wearing shoes. Itâs better to keep your feet off the ground.â
Bella widened her eyes in astonishment, surprised by his strength . The only memory she had of being
carried like this was when she was a child. Wyatt used to do it often, but back then, she was much
younger and lighter.
Her hormones went into overdrive.