NovelStartChapter 1151 Christopher thought, ‘All my hard work has been for nothing. Am | back at the sstarting line as Justin? No, this can’t be!” Christopher wanted Bella, and he was determined to marry her.
Celeste walked gracefully to Wyatt's side, linking her arm with his, and said, “Yes, Mr. Iverson, love can’t be forced.” Her tone was gentle, yet each word was sharp.
She continued, “We all understand that you truly care for Bella. But love requires mutual feelings to last. As Bella's family, everything we do is ultimately for her happiness. If she marries someone she doesn’t love, it would be like robbing her chance at finding happiness.” Asher remained silent, his lips forming a mocking smirk as he looked disdainfully at Christopher.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCeleste was gentle and smart. She had a profound understanding of Wyatt's character and focused on the emotional side without mentioning Justin. This allowed Wyatt to empathize with his daughter's situation.
Christopher's expression stiffened, turning pale with an icy and cold gaze while struggling to maintain composure.
“Christopher, Celeste has a point. A fruit that is forcefully picked isn’t sweet.” Wyatt let out a deep sigh and said, “Don’t lose hope, but don’t bec too obsessed either. Let things happen naturally.” Although Bella was reluctant to go to the hospital, Justin managed to persuade her and accompany her for treatment.
After tending to her minor injuries and applying medication, they returned hat night.
“Why do you always have to be so stubborn and go against me? | told you this minor injury didn’t require a trip to the hospital. Ah! Ouch!” Bella winced in pain as she strained her waist while getting out of the car, causing her delicate eyebrows to furrow. She took in a sharp breath.
Justin felt anxious watching this, and his breathing bec increasingly heavy. He quickly reached out and pulled her into his embrace. “Bella, don’t be stubborn,” he said softly. “Do you know how loud you were during treatment at the hospital?” Bella blushed shyly. “N-no, | wasn't!” “How can you deny it? | thought | was at the entrance of a delivery room, and you were giving birth to our child,” Justin murmured with furrowed brows as he planted a heavy kiss on her sweaty cheek.
His breath was labored, and his embrace was a little rough, as if punishing her.
‘Child..." Bella felt a bitter ache in her heart, which made her flinch.
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Justin didn’t find her reaction strange, assuming it was because of her injuries. Without saying a word, he lifted her up and walked into the villa.
The events of the horse racing event during the day were like nuclear explosions, each one shaking the nation to its core and already toppling headlines nationwide.
Even Wilma knew about it. She had skipped dinner and sat in the living room, waiting for the young master and young madam to return.
“Young Madam! How are your injuries?!” Wilma expressed concern for Bella's injuries, noticing her pale complexion. She felt her heart ache watching Justin carry her in his arms, unable to walk on the ground.
“I'm fine, Wilma. | can still walk on my own.” Bella said, reassuring Wilma.
She lightly tapped Justin’s chest, who was carrying her. “It’s all because of him, blowing things out of proportion.
I'm not made of paper. Why would anyone think that?” Justin let out a soft chuckle and affectionately said, “Ah yes... My Bella, the fierce warrior goddess, you're the most striking and remarkable woman I've ever encountered.” He didn’t favor characterizing women as “strong”. Who would want to be labeled strong if it wasn’t necessary?
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