The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1518

Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. “I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you.”

Amelia was moved and worried. “Steve…”

“I no longer have a home.”

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. “I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead.”

“Who said you don’t have a home?”

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. “Home is where I am. My family is your family, too.”

…

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

Even so, Steven, covered up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line to each other’s side of the bed.

Steven inhaled the lingering scent of Amelia’s shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the rhythm of her breathing.

Steven swallowed hard again.

A fire stirred in his loins.

Though he prided himself on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture to lay next to the love of his life all night.