The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2274

"From now on, I won't call you that if you dislike it. But I was genuinely concerned about you and wanted you to regain consciousness quickly."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Bella responded with a cold smile.

Her heart carried deep wounds, so such trivial matters held little importance to her.

"Mr. Salvador... Why are you here?" Bella's body was in pain as she struggled to sit up, but her strength failed her.

"Don't move yet." Grant quickly held her down, his voice soft and persuasive. "The doctor said you were very lucky. You didn't suffer any fractures, but you have several external injuries and a mild concussion, which shouldn't be taken lightly. You need to rest and be under observation for a while."

Bella, stubborn as always, shot him a sharp look. "You still haven't answered my question."

Grant's lips curled faintly, responding calmly, "My personal doctor, Ms. Amaryllis, has a villa nearby. I went to visit her because I suddenly felt unwell, and she brought me to the hospital. Coincidentally, I saw you being rushed into the emergency room."

'Coincidentally?' Bella's heart sank. If anyone else said that, she might believe it. But she could not trust this man's words.

"How long was I unconscious?" Bella asked.

"It wasn't for too long-just about a day or so." Grant leaned in closer, his voice soothing and reassuring. "I didn't have your family's contact information, but I reached out to my grandfather. He has already let Chairman Thompson know about your car accident. Don't worry, your family is on their way to SavroW." Bella's expression wavered. She tried to sit up again, but Grant gently held her down.

Bella protested. "I'm fine... I can be discharged!"

"I know you don't want your family to worry, especially your father." Grant's gaze deepened, filled with concem. "But Ms. Thompson, you're still a young woman, constantly running around on your own. Don't you think your family must be terribly worried about you? Rest assured, I only contacted my grandfather after confirming you were no longer in danger."

"Mr. Salvador, you're meddling too much in my affairs!" Bella bit her lip, her emotions visibly flaring.

She struggled to push her trembling body, trying to leap out of bed. However, her legs gave out, and she fell "Careful! A deep, concerned voice filled with urgency echoed in her ears.

In the next moment, Bella fell straight into Grant's arms.

The man, with his well-defined muscles hidden beneath his tailored suit, tightened his arms around her in a protective embrace.

A faint scent of medicine mixed with an indescribable fragrance wafted into her nose. It was so familiar...

This was the second time they had come into physical contact since she had helped him stop his wheelchair from sliding off the slope.

This time, it was even closer.

"Ms. Thompson, you can't move around just yet. You need to rest and heal, Grant murmured, lowering his head to look deeply into her tearful eyes, his voice hoarse and a bit strained.

His tall frame sat in the wheelchair, while Bella was perched on his lap, her head resting against his firm chest. She could hear his strong, steady heartbeat.

The scene was undeniably intimate.

However, Bella's gaze remained cold, her face pale and delicate. She was composed, and her suspicion deepened.

She was a doctor herself, skilled in surgery and knowledgeable in medicine.

For a man who had relied on medication to control his illness and who had suffered organ failure, how could his heartbeat be so steady and powerful?

Not to mention, it was difficult to recover from organ failure. How could someone who had been confined to a wheelchair for over a decade have such defined, tense muscles in his limbs?

She could clearly feel her hips pressing against the firm muscles of his thighs.

When she was young, she had sat on her brothers' laps, and as an adult, only Justin's.

Though Grant's muscular frame was concealed beneath his suit, she had the distinct feeling that his physique was no less impressive than Justin's.

Something was not right!

"Ms. Thompson, would you prefer to stay in my arms, or would you like to lie back down on the bed?"

Seeing her remain quietly nestled in his embrace, Grant arched his dark, clear eyes and spoke in a low, deep voice. "I don't mind either way. It's up to you. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable."

Bella's heart tightened. Her mind was momentarily blank as she tried to move.

Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open.