Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

The Thompsons were taken aback as Christopher exited Wyatt’s vehicle.

Bella furrowed her brows.

Wyatt was a conceited and proud man.

No one around the age of his children, except his own kids, earned a spot on Wyatt’s ride. Even Justin, a well-known and influential figure in Savrow, was deemed unworthy of sitting alongside Wyatt, according to Wyatt himself.

Yet now, Christopher was able to get close to Wyatt. The Thompsons would be lying to say they were not shocked.

If Bella remembered correctly, Wyatt was indifferent to Christopher before. His attitude took a huge turn in just a few days.

“You look a lot better, Bella. That’s good news.”

Christopher smiled tenderly and approached Bella with a vibrant bouquet of pink flowers. He presented the flower to her.” Congratulations on your discharge from the hospital, Bella.”

Bella stared at the blooming Damascus roses, her lashes fluttering.

“Thank you, Chris.” She took the bouquet.

“They are your favorites. I went to the flower field this morning and picked them myself.” Christopher’s eyes glistened earnestly.

The Thompsons exchanged glances as the air filled with

awkwardness.

“Thank you, but you don’t have to,” Bella replied while holding the roses, her eyes unreadable.

“I’ll do anything for you.” Christopher looked deep into her eyes, barely hiding his affection for her.

Lost for words, Bella pressed her lips together.

Christopher’s words were more passionate than the vibrant roses she

held.

Justin observed the interaction between Bella and Christopher, his dry throat scratchy and burning.

Soon, he felt suffocated.

Wyatt stepped out of the Rolls Royce and drew close to Christopher. They stood alongside each other, like father and son.

Christopher gave Wyatt a warm smile, blending in perfectly wit

family.

Wyatt patted his shoulder with a grin and said something. It was apparent that they had gotten closer

With bloodshot eyes, Justin punched the tree bark.

He could not accept Wyatt welcoming Christopher with open arms.

However, Justin could not do anything about it. The Thompsons

would not take his unwarranted advice, and he could not risk

upsetting Bella again.

He could not hurt her anymore. That was the last thing he wanted to

do to her.

“Pft! I thought you were better than that, Mr. Salvador. All you can do is heave with fury.”

The harsh critique came from the back.

Justin looked back and met Drew’s taunting gaze.

“Aren’t you always assertive and confident, Mr. Salvador? You look weak and spineless to me.” Since Drew despised Justin anyway, he did not hold back on the sarcasm.

Drew was rather protective of his family, and it did not matter whether his family was in the right or wrong.

It was a heinous crime to hurt his beloved sister. Drew believed that nothing less than death was a fitting punishment for such a

despicable act.

“I know that I shouldn’t be in Bella’s life anymore, but can’t I just watch her from afar?” Justin rasped out with bloodshot eyes.

He had spent the last few days awake until morning light.

His heart had bled dry.

Standing beside Justin, Drew narrowed his eyes on Bella. “To be

honest, Justin, I really hate you.”

Justin pursed his lips, his eyes downcast.

“But I am not keen on that guy either. My poor sister. Why can’t she

meet better men? There’s another thing for me and my brothers to

worry about.’

Drew stared at Christopher peevishly and clicked his tongue. “Wyatt isn’t any better. I just praised him for having some good sense, but he quickly proved me wrong. If he gives Christopher Bella’s hand in Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

marriage, I’m going to make my objection loud and clear at the

wedding.”

Justin was speechless.