Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

“I’m going upstairs.”

Suddenly, Bella felt some weight press against her back, making her body lurch forward.

Justin embraced her tightly from behind. His entire being enveloped

her, wishing he could merge her into his body.

His sturdy chest, emanating with intense warmth, pressed against her slender back. His heartbeat pounded against her back with each pulse, leaving her head spinning and her body weak, with a tingling sensation spreading from her spine to her chest.

“Justin…” Bella’s breath came in hurried gasps as she called out his

name.

Though her tone betrayed a clear hint of resistance, she yielded without resistance this time.

“How could you deem it unworthy? Stop saying things like this.”

Justin tightened his embrace once more, his arms securing her fragile waist. His heated breath brushed against her fair and rosy neck.

“Twenty years ago, I lost the most important person in my life. And now, twenty years later, I’ve found the one and only person I want to spend my life with. I don’t want to lose you again. You’re my everything. Bella… Without you, every day feels like a living hell.”

‘Death is not terrifying. In fact, I would face it countless times for you.

But losing you is my greatest fear,’ Justin thought to himself.

The man rested his chin on her lustrous hair, gently brushing it as he

choked back on his emotions once more.

Justin, the epitome of pride and dominance, seemed like a god

untouched by mortal affairs.

It was very unlike him to appear so vulnerable, like a dog pleading for her mercy.

Bella faintly heard his restrained sobs. That night, Bella witnessed the proud facade he usually wore crumble before her eyes. How could she bring herself to trample upon it further?

Having witnessed his bravery on the battlefield, Bella knew just how fierce and ruthless Justin could be.

Yet at this moment, she could not help but sympathize with him.

Perhaps out of compassion, she decided to set aside their grievances for the night.

“Ah… It hurts…” Bella winced, her shoulder tensing in Justin’s embrace.

“It hurts? Where?!” Justin panicked his large hands gripping Bella’s shoulders.

“Ah! It hurts so bad! Right here…” Bella gasped in pain, her slender body trembling lightly in his embrace.

Earlier at the police station, she had restrained him with her body to calm him down, unaware that the stitches holding her wound

together had reopened.

It was not until they left the police station that she began to feel pain, but being the resilient person she was, she intended to deal with it

herself once they returned home.

However, the oblivious Justin had no sense of awareness, clinging to her and babbling incessantly. Not only did he refuse to let go, but he also gripped Bella tightly. It made her wonder why he did not just crush her to death.

Justin, who only realized his mistake afterward, released Bella with a dazed expression.

It was then that he felt a warm dampness on his arm. As he looked down, he was startled to see a patch of crimson staining his gray suit sleeve.

It was Bella’s blood!

In reality, her wound had been bleeding all along, but with her wearing a black suit, it was hardly noticeable

“You silly girl… Why didn’t you say anything earlier?!” The man’s voice, usually deep and composed, now rose with urgency and concern.

“W-Why are you yelling at me?!” Bella furrowed her delicate brows. Her pitiful appearance as she bit her lips tugged at Justin’s

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Justin froze for a moment, realizing he had sounded harsh.

Yell? He would not dare yell at her.

In front of this delicate woman, he was nothing more than a lapdog

and a servant.