Justin did not dwell on her words. At this moment, concern and guilt over her smoke allergy consumed


    his mind.


    “You don’t need to cook. I’ll calln to deliver breakfast, or maybe have hime over to cook. While


    his cooking skills may not match Mr. Lovett’s, they’re good enough.”


    Justin then noticed that Be was barefoot, her delicate feet exposed. He furrowed his brows and,


    without hesitation, grabbed her slender waist and effortlessly lifted her up.


    “Hey! What are you doing?!” Be eximed, her hands hurriedly gripping his broad shoulders.


    “How can you be so neglectful of yourself? The floor tiles are freezing. Why would you walk around


    barefoot?”


    Justin gently ced Be on the table, kneeling in front of her. He took both her feet, one by one, in his


    hands, holding them close to warm them.


    So warm… It was the warmth Be was familiar with.


    Be felt sofortable that her eyes narrowed slightly in contentment, but she did not dare to disy


    her contentment too overtly.


    “Wilma once emphasized the importance of girls keeping their feet warm. Otherwise, health issues may


    ariseter in life.”


    Justin lifted his face to look at her, his eyes filled with both tenderness and reproach. “Please don’t walk


    around barefoot ever again.”


    “I only did that because I was in a hurry!” Feeling lectured, Be pouted out a response.


    Justin was slightly surprised, then yfully lifted his lips. “In a hurry? What’s the rush? Were you afraid


    that I’d run away?”


    Be blushed at his words, her fair cheeks turning rosy. Her toes curled slightly in his palm.


    “How could I leave while you were still sleeping? I will never leave you here alone.”


    How could he bear leaving anyway?


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    In fact, he wished he could just move into her house and sleep by her side every night. He wanted a


    ce in her heart.


    Justin’s hands roamed up her slender legs, gradually standing up straight, supporting her waist, and


    bending down to kiss her forehead.


    Yet he was not satisfied with just that. He would never have enough of her.


    Be’s skin flushed, and a shy blush crept onto her fair face.


    Even though they had just been intimate, whenever he drew near, she still felt like a shy bud about to


    bloom.


    Just as Justin’s lips were about to touch her tender spot, the doorbell rang.


    Ding-dong–Ding-dong–Ding-dong–


    Justin had no intention of answering the door, but the doorbell just kept ringing incessantly,


    What a mood killer!


    Be felt flustered and coughed lightly, hurriedly pushing Justin aside. “What’s going on? Who’s ringing


    the doorbell? Only my brothers know about this ce, and they all have the passcode to the door.”


    “It’sn.”


    Justin thought of his scatterbrained secretary and felt a surge of frustration. “I told him toe here if


    he had gathered any new information.”


    “What information?”


    “Information about Shannon and the perpetrator.”


    Be’s eyes instantly lit up with understanding, impatiently wanting to jump off the table.


    The next moment, she found herself lifted off the ground by Justin with one arm!


    “You’re not wearing shoes. It’s better to keep your feet off the ground.”


    Be widened her eyes in astonishment, surprised by his strength . The only memory she had of being


    carried like this was when she was a child. Wyatt used to do it often, but back then, she was much


    younger and lighter.


    Her hormones went into overdrive.