Wanted

Now that Calista wasn't focused on teaching Isabelle, she was still imagining how she and Isaac might have had such a relationship.

Remembering Isaac's words that he hated women except for her made the blood in Calista's body rustle violently, she occasionally smiled and realized what she had imagined.

"No way, I can't fall for him just because we slept together." Calista thought as she touched her face which was starting to turn red like a boiled shrimp.

Isabelle looked at Calista's confused face at this moment, with her tiny hands the little girl was drawing something in her drawing book. When Calista realized she was teaching Isabelle, she turned around and saw that Isabelle had just finished drawing something.

"This is me, papa, and mama." Isabelle pointed at her drawing.

"Isabelle is very good at drawing." Calista complimented as she gently rubbed Isabelle's head.

"Mama." Suddenly Isabelle hugged Calista very tightly.

It felt like being a fake mama to a child as cute as Isabelle