The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 658

Chapter 658

"Bella, I-"

Before Justin could finish, a coy voice was heard in the back. "Master, sorry for showing up late!"

Bella turned back and saw her apprentice, Roza. Feeling a lift in her mood, Bella beamed.

"Roza, you're not late at all! I was concerned you might not make it because you're busy with your show in Paris."

Roza came over and embraced Bella. "I will never miss any party you invite me to. You can bet I'll always be there."

It was then that Roza took notice of Justin, whose presence was hard to ignore beside Bella.

Her face fell. "Are you going to enjoy the feast with him, master? Won't you lose your appetite?"

Bella glanced indifferently at the man. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

Though hurt, Justin said shamelessly, "You don't have to look at me if I'm affecting your appetite, Bella."

However, Justin would never move to another table.

Roza rolled her eyes. The bastard knew no shame.

"You're taking up a lot of space. Am I blind to just not see you?" Bella smirked in rage.

"You can close your eyes." Since Justin enjoyed her little pouty tantrums, he could not resist teasing her.

"How am I supposed to eat then?" Bella, despite her high IQ, fell for it.

"I'll feed you." Justin leaned closer to her, his husky voice lingering in her ear.

Feeling a tingling sensation coursing through her nerves, she tried to move her chair further away from the man in a fluster.

To her dismay, Justin read her mind and reached his arm behind her back to hold her still in place. "You!" As rosiness crept onto her cheeks, Bella stared angrily into the man's tender eyes.

"We are just sitting together for dinner, Bella. Please, don't go." Justin furrowed his brows, his eyes reflecting his yearning for her.

"Justin."

Bella extended her hand to grip the man's wrist with force in retaliation and revenge.

Her hand was not big enough to hold his wrist completely. Despite her best efforts to give him physical pain, Justin was instead hurt on the inside. "I once sat with you to enjoy food together as your wife. It was all I ever wanted to do. But now, it makes me sick to eat with you."

Crestfallen, Justin withdrew his arm around her waist in resignation, as if his soul had left him.

"I'm sorry, Bella."

"It's Aunt Celeste's birthday. Don't say anything that will dampen the mood."

While Bella was filled with a mix of emotions, she wanted to put things behind her. "Never mind. You can sit wherever."

She acted like she was doing him a favor.

Even so, Justin did not want to let the opportunity slip.

"Ugh, have I got a story for you, Master! I ran into a well-dressed moron on my way here. Tsk! Talk about bad luck." Sensing tension between the former couple, Roza changed the topic to distract Bella.

Justin took the glass and sipped on water.

Roza, a top-notch designer, was aloof in public, but she was a crude brute when talking to her master.

"Oh? Tell me what kind of moron he is." Bella blinked with interest.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Justin put his hand over his chest and coughed.

He was too quick to judge.

"I got into an accident on my way here."

Bella and Justin were shocked.

For someone who had just been in a car accident, Roza sure appeared rather indifferent about it.