Bella was in excruciating pain at the moment. Despite this, she rolled her eyes when she heard those
words. These media reporters were. truly lacking in creativity. Could a man and a woman only be a
couple? Why could they not simply be friends?
âI am Ms. Thompsonâs protector.â
Christopher lowered his gaze and stared lovingly at the person in his arms, as if the entire world had
been cut off from him and only she mattered in this world. âI am also Ms. Thompsonâs admirer.â
Bellaâs eyes widened in surprise as she heard those words.
A collective gasp swept through the crowd as camera flashes illuminated the scene, revealing them to
the media frenzy. These reporters were not just going about their business tonight. They were
completely absorbed in their work, meticulously capturing every moment as it unfolded.
Suddenly, another tall figure approached Bellaâs side like a gust of wind. Without saying anything,
Justin yanked Bella away from
Christopherâs embrace, holding her waist with a vice-like grip. He led her out of the crowd silently and
efficiently.
âJustin! Let me go! Who the hell do you think you are?!â Bella winced in pain, but her attempts at
resistance were futile.
Justin, on the other hand, paid no attention to her rage. His throat. tightened, and the veins bulged on
his forehead as he firmly resolved to escort her away.
He looked crazed.
The onlookers were perplexed. So, Bella Thompson had two protectors? But there could only be one
man by her side!
Bella finally had enough when she arrived in a secluded corridor. She shook off his hand, shivering all
over.
But the moment she slipped from his grasp, he grabbed her slender wrist again, pulling her back into
his embrace. He firmly gripped her lower back with another hand, pressing her against his chest, fearful
that she would flee.
He had not yearned for anything so desperately in a long time. And now, he could clearly feel that, no
matter how clear-headed he was, his body craved her uncontrollably.
âJustin! What the hell is wrong with you?!â
Bella felt completely powerless. Her breathing was erratic, and the agonizing pain in her stomach
caused her to cry.
âWhat on earth do I have to do, Bella? What else do I need to do to get you to stop being so harsh on
me?â Justinâs breathing was labored.
His voice trembled as his eyes started welling up with tears. At this moment, Justin appeared enraged,
embarrassed, and desperate.
âAm I being harsh? Pft!â
Bella shut her eyes. She was too frustrated to argue with or engage with this man, who appeared to be
suffering from paranoid delusions and mental illness. She was sick of him. âLet go, or donât blame me
for hurting you. Three, twoâ¦â
âDo you think Iâm incapable of protecting you? Or are you trying to humiliate me in this way?!â Justin
clenched his hands as if he wanted to crush Bellaâs wrists, his eyes turning red.
He had just seen Christopher confess to her in public.
His ex-wife, his wife, his⦠woman.
However, another man was caring for her, even making attempts to win her heart by claiming her as his
own.
At that moment, his heart was experiencing pain equal to that of a thousand horses trampling over it.
His body sank heavily, as if stepping into an abyss.
âOne.â Bellaâs expression became cold as she said the final word.
âBellaâ¦â
Whoosh-!
The next second, Bellaâs lips curled in disdain. A sharp butterfly knife was pressed against Justinâs
chest.