Chapter 572 Retaliation By The Divorced Heiress

• When Beliala woke up the following morning, her fear was still hazy. She was little. differentiated. She jerked out of bed and opened her eyes abruptly. The soothing hues of gray, white, and black, as well as the incense in the room, calmed her. "This room belongs to a man. Christopher? As though someone had just struck her skull, Belia experienced an excruciating headache. use a club. b. She last recalled arguing with someone last night. It was a blur with Justin and his grumpy sister following. Her heart was racing. b. Beila rose and walked out of the room.
• Christopher was dressed in a white shirt down in the kitchen. He was standing at the kitchen counter with his sleeves up to his elbows. Bella's breakfast, the man's facial lines were softened by the warm morning sun shining through the window. Magnificent and poised like a painting of Gentiernan. He never wore a worerama Horon, but he cooked a lot. In any case, Christopher never wore the same outfit again. "Mr. Iverson." The sound of Bella's voice caused Christopher to look up lovingly. "You're Bella; wake up. How are you feeling?
• “Last evening, Mr. Iverson—” Bella, didn't we agree on that? Call me Chris, please. Christopher gave a little pout. He did not, however, halt the current work, like a faithful spouse. "You passed out last night because you weren't feeling well. I suppose you may be feeling overwhelmed or low on blood sugar. Do not be concerned. I did not touch you, even though you slept in my room. I understand. Exhausted, Bella put her head in her hand. She wasn't gullible. She wasn't feeling well last night, but she wasn't sure if she was "hypoglycemic. The p She was still plagued by trauma, and it remained hurt.