The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1607-“I did not wet the bed, you idiot! You’re the idiot who wets the bed!” Bella blushed with embarrassment and anger and punched Justin’s chest with her delicate fist, but her hand hurt more than it had hurt him. Justin grabbed her soft little hand and rubbed it over his chest. “Alright, alright… It’s my mistake. My brain isn’t working. When we are old, I will probably be the one wetting the bed every day.”
Bella pouted while drawing circles on his chest with her finger. She could not help but laugh at his words.
“But, Bella, what happened? You really scared me just now.” Justin gently caressed her soft face, his voice filled with concern.
“I… I got my period…” Bella clutched the edge of the blanket, her red lips pressed together.
Even though they had long shared the intimacy of a married couple and had been completely open with each other, Bella was still shy about this. She was always graceful and disciplined in her daily life, even in bed.
When they made love initially, she felt too embarrassed to be loud. It was Justin who had slowly guided her, helping her shed her inhibitions and fully immerse herself in their passion.
This was the first time she had felt so embarrassed in such an awkward situation.
“It started? But it’s more than a week early,” Justin said, his eyes darkening as he slowly lifted the blanket.
Good heavens, it looked like a crime scene!
“Ugh… I feel weak all over, and now this mess… I can’t sleep like this!” Bella, her head resting on his shoulder, started to feel irritable, as women often were when they were on their period.
“It is alright. We have nothing important tomorrow, and there’s no need to get up early.”
Justin comforted her gently, kissing her cheek. “Let’s move to another room, and we can have Wilma wash the sheets and quilt in the morning.”
“No, that’s too embarrassing…” Bella shook her head quickly. The thought itself made her flush with shame.
“Then we will throw them away and get new ones.”
“What kind of household throws things away like that? Never mind. Just help me change them now, and I will wash everything myself in the morning.”
After speaking, Bella covered her belly and walked to the bathroom to clean herself, feeling both dejected and uncomfortable.
Justin watched her slender figure with a pang of heartache, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his chest. He suddenly recalled many things from the past, especially when she first married him.
Wilma had once said that Bella not only cooked for their entire family but also always washed her own clothes and dressed simply and modestly. As the wife of the Salvador Corporation’s president, she was always approachable and never put on airs.
Back then, however, Justin had been convinced that she was pretending and acting superior to show off. He had been caught in a terrible cycle of suspicion, much like his cold-hearted father.
He had believed that Bella had married him, knowing he could not love her, out of vanity and a desire for luxury.
The sad truth was, he had never realized that this girl genuinely loved him.
Justin clenched his fist, smiling bitterly as he punched himself in the chest, hard enough to make him cough: Only then did he feel a bit of relief from his suffocating emotions.
Bella stood in the shower, letting the
warm water wash away the blood and discomfort from her body, The hot water flowed down her fair neck, söft chest, and flat belly, temporarily easing her discomfort.
When she finished cleaning herself, she wrapped her body ig a bath itowel and stepped dufof the shower to a shocking scene.
“Justin, what are you doing?
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