Seeing Isabella's uncharacteristic behavior and realizing she was too intoxicated to remember, Luther accidentally said, "Who told you I had a girlfriend?""You said it," Isabella accused him.Luther's gaze gradually darkened. "You believed it just because I said it?"Isabella nodded, appearing extraordinarily docile."I don't have a girlfriend. I lied to you. Now, be a good girl and get some rest. I'll take you home in the morning." Luther locked eyes with her, speaking authoritatively but laced with gentleness."Then why did you tell me you had a girlfriend?" Isabella seemed to be challenging him more fiercely on this issue.Luther concealed his emotions and replied, "No particular reason.""If you don't tell me, I won't go to sleep," Isabella pouted, transforming from her carefree and assertive self during the day into a little crybaby.Luther stayed quiet, his emotions churning within.Isabella, with her enchanting eyes, locked gazes with him. As their eyes met, Luther alm
Isabella took her toiletries and made her way to the bathroom. He saw her wobble over and asked, "Are you sure you can manage?""Mmhmm..." Isabella nodded in response.After she entered, Luther closed the bathroom door. He had prepared the bathwater for her, but given her tipsy state, he still felt somewhat concerned.Ten minutes passed, and Isabella was comfortably soaking in a bubble bath. Her thoughts turned to Luther. Since she was 'drunk', should she put on her clothes neatly or just slip into something casual? Either way, it did not seem entirely appropriate for a young lady.While lost in these thoughts, she heard a knocking at the door. She had not even had a chance to respond when the bathroom door was pushed open, catching her off guard. Luther was supposed to be an honorable man... Could he possibly be faking it?"Hello, I'm Tatiana, your boyfriend's neighbor. He called for help, so I've come to assist you. Is it okay if I come in?" a sweet, friendly female voice gr
Luther stood by the bed, gazing at Isabella for a while. Then, he pulled the blanket over her before leaving the room. However, as he lay in the guest room, he found it hard to fall asleep. His mind was consumed by the questions Isabella had asked him while she was intoxicated, along with the accusatory tone in her voice.Luther had tried to regain his composure and reason, but he had overestimated his self-control.Early the next morning, Luther got up despite having only slept for a few hours. Despite appearing cold and distant toward Isabella on the surface, his actions proved that he was actually thoughtful. When Luther was done preparing breakfast, Isabella had just woken up. She wanted to say something, but Luther's cold words came first. "Finish washing up, have breakfast, and go home."Isabella asked, "Can't I stay here and hang out for a while?"Luther, thinking about the pile of things in the study, did not hesitate to reject her. "No, you can't." "Why?" Isabella
However, what really stood out to Isabella was his possessive statement, 'Don't even think about letting another man hug you!'If Luther did not like her, he would not have said that. "What's your plan after this?" Joshua asked. "I'm going to stage a little act with Nick and make him worry," Isabella replied, understanding Luther well. Since Isabella knew Luther would not allow her to go out with someone else, Luther would likely follow her discreetly if she went out with Nick. Then, they would intensify the performance, and she would make her intentions crystal clear. By doing so, it would be hard for Luther to deny his true feelings."But before that, I need to confess to him first. I have to let him know my true feelings," Isabella added after giving it a thought. "You didn't tell him while you were with him last night and this morning?" Joshua asked, a bit curious.Isabella shook her head. "No, the time wasn't right."With his apparent reluctance to be around her, confe
"Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?" Isabella was taken aback by his uncharacteristic harshness. "There's no misunderstanding. Move," Luther replied as he suppressed his emotions."Why address me as 'Ms. Quier' if there's no misunderstanding. If something in the messages I sent was inappropriate or there's another reason why you dislike me, we can sit down and talk about it," Isabella, a patient person, at least when it came to Luther, continued. It was obvious that Luther did not want to talk.Isabella gazed into his eyes and added, "I came here to pursue you."Luther looked at her, but his demeanor made it clear that he did not believe her."I joined the Neal Group as your personal secretary to spend more time with you. I don't know why you suddenly cut off contact, and I don't understand why you reacted so strongly when I confessed to you," Isabella said.Just last night, he had been so kind to her. Was this guy suffering from multiple personality disorder?"Be
Luther turned toward the sound of her voice, but Isabella was already gone.Sitting in the driver's seat, Joshua glanced at Isabella through the rearview mirror, noticing her smiling. He could not help but ask, "Why are you so cheerful despite the failed confession?" "Well, I wouldn't call it a complete failure. At most, it's just that the boy I like isn't quite ready to be my boyfriend yet," Isabella replied, contemplating the recent events.Joshua was surprised. After all, he was nearby and heard what Luther said to Isabella, almost wanting to drag his beloved goddaughter away when it all happened. "You're not mad at how he treated you?""Being angry is like punishing myself for someone else's mistakes. Knowing he likes me and still behaving this way only makes me curious about his reasons why," Isabella explained. Based on the situation, there must be some misunderstanding between them. When she last left Jiverton, their relationship was fine, and they kept in touch for a w
After sharing the photo, everyone in the group chat pondered for a moment, but no one seemed to recall seeing Luther during that time. Isabella's confusion deepened."Any luck?" Joshua noticed her expression.Isabella shook her head. It seemed that no one had seen Luther before. Moreover, even though Luther was not as outstanding as he was now, those who met him would surely remember him. Joshua offered to help, not wanting any discord between them. "Should I ask around for you?"Isabella gave it a thought and nodded. "Yes, please, but don't let him know that I'm the one who wants to know."Knowing that if Luther found out she was inquiring, he probably would not share any information. Joshua agreed.On that Sunday evening, Joshua invited Luther to dinner at his house again. After the meal, Isabella returned to her room, and Joshua took the opportunity to chat with Luther in the backyard. As they sat beneath the starry sky, Joshua glanced at Luther and asked, "I've never
Luther was puzzled. He wanted to ask directly, but the fear of revealing his true feelings held him back. What did Joshua mean by 'just these two months left'?"I know you might think I'm biased, but I only have this one goddaughter, and I hope she can make the most of her remaining time," Joshua added.Luther's curiosity grew with every word, and he could not contain it any longer. "What do you mean?""She hasn't told you?" Joshua's acting was on point. A trace of nervousness crossed Luther's face, something even he had not noticed. "Told me what?""Cynthia and Matthew initially planned to arrange a marriage for Isabella. Isabella fought hard to secure these two months of freedom to pursue her true love. If she can't be with you, she'll have to proceed with the arranged marriage," Joshua began, weaving a fabricated tale with a hint of worry in his expression.Luther's initial reaction was to dismiss this as a lie. "Uncle Joshua, your storytelling skills are quite amateurish."