Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

“It’s fine. It’s just a minor injury. Don’t worry about it… Ah!” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Bella’s vision momentarily blurred as she was unexpectedly lifted off

the ground by Justin, prompting her to instinctively press her hands

against her chest.

“I’ll take you back to your room. Do you have a first-aid kit at home? I’ll help you redress your wound.” Justin’s eyes sparkled as he gazed at her, already ascending the stairs with long strides.

“There’s no need for that! I’m a professional surgeon! I can handle it myself!

Bella’s tiny fist rested against Justin’s chest, her breath erratic as she forgot to resist.

A charming blush tinted her porcelain-like cheeks, adding to her already captivating allure.

Justin carried Bella into her bedroom.

To his surprise, Bella’s room was unexpectedly simple. Despite being adorned with high-quality furnishings and luxurious bedding, it was far more minimalist than he had anticipated for the daughter of Hatchbay’s wealthiest man. Her room was, surprisingly, even more minimalist than Carrie’s.

Justin recalled how, back in the Salvador household, Bella had a great passion for life. There were numerous plants, and she often

purchased different decorations for the house.

Even the bed they shared, though he seldom slept in it, had its sheets and covers changed weekly with different patterns. The bedside ornaments and flowers on the coffee table were also constantly changing and always fresh. It was evident how much effort and care

Bella had devoted to their marriage.

“You’re still so young. Why is your room so simple?”

Justin gently placed Bella on the bed. “If you don’t mind, my grandfather has quite a collection of famous paintings and antiques. You used to like them a lot, right? I’ll go to my grandfather’s place and get some. Tomorrow, I’ll have Wilma come over to help you decorate.”

“There’s no need for that. I don’t like my room to be too flashy. As long as it’s functional and comfortable, it’s enough,” Bella replied calmly, not accepting his offer.

“I’m sorry.”

“Justin, are you a parrot or a broken recorder? Can’t you say something else besides these words?”

“I’m really sorry…”.

Bella sighed and rubbed her forehead in resignation.

“Alright, you don’t necessarily have to speak.” Her tone was tinged with a hint of frustration.

Justin’s lips quivered slightly, feeling bitter inside.

Following Bella’s instructions, he found the first-aid kit and helped her

remove her jacket. When he saw her shirt soaked with sweat, his

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heart ached terribly.

“From

now on, stop enduring it all silently.” Justin’s voice trembled

with emotion, and his heart was heavy with anguish.

“Yeah, I won’t bear it anymore. It’s because I’ve been too tolerant that those despicable monsters have been able to seize opportunities to harm innocent people time and time again.”

Bella’s beautiful eyes blazed with intense fury, immersed in profound anger and self-reproach.

Unbeknownst to her, however, the man had silently and steadily

unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her shirt, which was the only clothing left on her body.

When Bella finally realized this, Justin had already unbuttoned the last remaining button.

Justin’s throat bobbed abruptly, a surge of desire coursing through him, making his handsome face flush as if he were running a fever.

He was undoubtedly a gentleman of integrity.

Yet he always found himself unable to resist entertaining inappropriate thoughts about this delicate woman.

“Ah!”

A piercing scream echoed through the room.

With cheeks as red as tomatoes, Bella reflexively raised her hand and slapped Justin.