The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1203

All around, there were countless sighs.

Bella lifted her long lashes and gazed into Justin’s deep, starry eyes. A slight tremble ran through her body as he held her close, and her skin warmed up slowly.

Justin’s fiery breath brushed against her nose as he gazed down at her.

He stubbornly intertwined his fingers with hers, elegantly raising his right arm while wrapping his left arm around her waist.

His sweaty palm rested against the curve of her back, separated by a thin layer of silk. His hand moved up and down her back, tracing the alluring curves that excited him.

Her body tensed as he elegantly spun her around.

Bella knew how to dance, but at this moment, her entire body felt limp, and her breath quickened as she clumsily followed his steps. Her awkward actions only served to bring a smile to Justin’s lips.

“What... What are you doing?” she stammered.

“If I don’t come, are you going to dance with the wolves?” Justin whispered into her ear, his breath heavy.

Blushing with embarrassment, Bella bit her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Am I not dancing with one right now?”

“Yes, indeed, I am a wolf. One that will eat you.” Justin tilted his jaw slightly, his tall figure spinning her around, dominant and effortlessly controlled. “Focus, Bella. You should only look at me.”

This perfect pair made a striking appearance in the banquet hall, outshining everyone else.

Except for Zoe, all the women at the venue believed that only Bella was suitable for Justin, and vice versa.

Zoe felt intense anger, as if her hair were ready to ignite in flames. Her eyes were blazing with resentment, yet she could only stare helplessly without being able to do anything about it.

“I heard he got into a really bad car accident and nearly died. The Iverson family sought the renowned Dr. Brown to help with his injuries, but sadly, he ended up being crippled.”

“Sigh, Charles Iverson always thought so highly of himself and looked down on others. Being crippled like this must’ve really hit his pride hard, right? Can’t be so cocky now, can he?”

One week ago, Charles started hitting the gym more and also made sure to dress sharp and style his hair perfectly, all just to leave a good impression on Amelia.

He also wanted to prove to the world that even though he lost a leg, he was still the noble Iverson family’s second young master.

Amelia’s heart raced when she saw him, even taking a step back.

“Ms. Amelia, I...” Charles stood before her, only then realizing he couldn’t dance anymore without his leg. He could only force a bitter smile and change his approach. “You seem bored here alone. Mind if I hang out with you and have a chat?”

Amelia’s entire body tensed up. While she was hesitating, her phone vibrated. She looked down at the screen, and Steven’s name caused a sudden pang of sadness in her heart.