Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

Why did Justin come all the way here just to remind Bella of that incident? Why did he even bother apologizing to her?

Bella never wanted his apology. In fact, she didn’t even know what

she truly wanted. A deep sense of disappointment and shame enveloped Bella completely, leaving her trembling with anger.

She was not someone who cried easily, but at that moment, tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Christopher had never seen Bella in such a vulnerable state before.

The vibrant and confident woman he once knew seemed broken

because of Justin.

Christopher pleaded, his voice full of concern. “Bella, please don’t cry.”

Ignoring Justin’s presence, Christopher opened his arms as if there

were no one else in the room, gently embracing the distraught

Bella’s entire body went limp, her mind in a haze as she reste forehead on Christopher’s shoulder, her tears quickly soaking his

clothes.

A rush of warmth flooded Christopher’s heart, and a faint smile

appeared on his lips. At that moment, a sense of satisfaction filled

the void in his heart like never before. He had never felt so happy and

content.

This scene delivered a blow straight to Justin’s heart. He staggered back a few steps until his back was against the wall, and a chill swept through his body.

“Justin, why are you still here?” Christopher patted Bella gently while he glared coldly at Justin. “If you truly feel sorry for Bella, you should honor her wishes and leave. Your presence serves no purpose other than reopening Bella’s wounds over and over again. She has finally found peace. Why do you insist on reminding her of the pain she endured because of you?”

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Justin stumbled out of the hospital room, his head swimming with a whirlwind of emotions. The bruise on his forehead throbbed painfully, its deep red hue contrasting starkly against his pale complexion, as if every drop of blood had been drained from his body.

At that moment, he couldn’t bear to face Ryan or anyone else. All he wanted was solitude. He wanted a place where he could retreat from

the world and be alone with his thoughts for a while.

With heavy steps, Justin walked down the stairs, his back leaning

against the wall. His tall figure gradually bowed, each step ber

than the last, as if his very bones were on the brink of crumblinProperty © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

beneath him.

Suddenly, the door to the stairs creaked open, flooding the space w a chilly light that illuminated Justin’s face, which was glistening with a sheen of sweat. Justin froze for a moment, then straightened up immediately, gathering his composure.

“You’re still here? Your shamelessness truly knows no limits.”