Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

Justin did not dwell on her words. At this moment, concern and guilt over her smoke allergy consumed his mind.

“You don’t need to cook. I’ll call lan to deliver breakfast, or maybe

have him come over to cook. While his cooking skills may not match

Mr. Lovett’s, they’re good enough.”

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.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Bella exclaimed, her hands hurriedly

gripping his broad shoulders.

“How can you be so neglectful of yourself? The floor tiles are freezing. Why would you walk around barefoot?”

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.

“Wilma once emphasized the importance of girls keeping their feet warm. Otherwise, health issues may arise later in life.”

Justin lifted his face to look at her, his eyes filled with both

tenderness and reproach. “Please don’t walk around barefoot ever

again.”

“I only did that because I was in a hurry!” Feeling lectured, Bella

pouted out a response.

Justin was slightly surprised, then playfully lifted his lips. “In a hurry?

What’s the rush? Were you afraid that I’d run away?”

Bella blushed at his words, her fair cheeks turning rosy. Her toes

curled slightly in his palm.

“How could I leave while you were still sleeping? I will never leave you

here alone.”

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.

Justin’s 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.

Bella’s 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 Justin’s lips were about to touch her tender spot, the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong–Ding-dong–Ding-dong–

Justin had no intention of answering the door, but the doorbell just

kept ringing incessantly,

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Bella felt flustered and coughed lightly, hurriedly pushing Justin

aside. “What’s going on? Who’s ringing the doorbell? Only my

brothers know about this place, and they all have the passcode to the door.”

“It’s lan.”

Justin thought of his scatterbrained secretary and felt a surge of frustration. “I told him to come here if he had gathered any new information.”

“What information?”

“Information about Shannon and the perpetrator.”

Bella’s 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!

“You’re not wearing shoes. It’s better to keep your feet off the ground.”

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.