Emily, who was exposed, turned pale, her lips trembling slightly. Her eyes, which seemed like they wanted to cry but couldn’t, were filled with tears.
What was originally a carefully planned beautiful encounter, in the eyes of the other person, turned out to be nothing more than a ridiculous farce, with her as the clown.
Henry crossed his arms, his eagle-like eyes sharp and looking down at Emily.
“Are you Emily? I’ve heard about you. You’ve been with two men, the first was the son of a real estate tycoon. Because he had a drug history, he was forced to break up, and you even went to the extent of aborting the child. The second was the heir of the Brown family; when their family just lost power, you abruptly broke off the engagement without any hesitation.
They say a harlot has no feelings, and an actress has no righteousness. Emily, which category do you belong to?”
Henry’s voice was indifferent, almost contemptuous.
Emily’s meticulously done makeup couldn’t hide the paleness that had replaced the color on her cheeks. Although she was a love child, she was raised in the palm of Charlotte’s hand and had never experienced such humiliation.
Unfortunately, the one humiliating her was the distinguished young master of the Turner family. What’s more, everything he said was true, leaving her with no room for rebuttal.
Inside the club, people were starting to whisper and point fingers at Emily.
She covered her face with her hands and ran out, crying.
After Emily left, there was nothing much left to watch. Isabella withdrew her gaze and only then noticed James standing by her side.
“Why aren’t you wearing your coat? Be careful not to catch a cold,” James said gently, draping her coat over her shoulders.
Isabella raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her. He had evidently witnessed the scene just now, but his face didn’t reveal any additional expression.
“I’ll take you back,” James said again, reaching out to hold her slightly cold hand.
Almost instinctively, she pulled her hand away from his, jokingly saying, “Emily has been so wronged, why don’t you go and console her? old feelings might reignite.”
The expression on James’s handsome face instantly stiffened. He stared deeply at the girl in front of him, who seemed innocent and charming, making him completely unable to understand her thoughts.
“I have something else to do, I’ll leave now,” Isabella said, raising her arm and waving the takeaway bag in her hand. “Thank you for the cake.”
She took the elevator to the underground parking lot. As soon as her feet stepped out of the elevator doors, a strong masculine presence enveloped her. Her slender waist was entwined by a strong arm, forcing her forward.
“Andrew, why is it you?”
Before she could finish speaking, Andrew forcibly pressed her against the corner wall. His cold voice sounded above her head, “Isabella, do you know what you’re doing?”
“What?” She was confused.
Andrew’s palm pressed against her shoulder slightly, causing Isabella to feel a stabbing pain. She looked up at him, furrowing her brows.
Precisely speaking, this was Andrew’s first time showing real anger in front of her. At that moment, he emitted a chilling aura, with deep blue eyes concealing an ominous glint.
“Andrew, what’s gotten into you!” Isabella stared at him, angry and agitated.
“I also feel like I’ve gone mad,” Andrew rasped, giving a cold laugh.
Only madness would make him indulge her in such a manner.
He had come to the club with Henry today, invited by Henry to play some tennis; he, as the younger uncle, had to give face to Henry.
After a few rounds, they couldn’t determine the winner, so they ended the game early.
Henry and a few friends continued to play. He had originally planned to leave with Nathan, but unexpectedly saw Isabella rushing over.
He witnessed Isabella and James talking and laughing, sharing glances. Then he witnessed Emily’s little drama designed for Henry.
He didn’t believe for a moment that Isabella and James appearing here was merely a coincidence.
Isabella couldn’t possibly rekindle old feelings with James. Therefore, her seduction of James had only one purpose-to use him to retaliate against Emily.
He taught her to use leverage; well done, she was indeed a quick learner.
The mere thought of James’ hands touching her made Andrew wish he could chop off James’ hand just to vent his anger.
“Andrew, let go, you’re hurting me,” Isabella forcefully tried to push him away. Accidentally, the takeaway bag in her hand fell to the ground, the cake shattering.
“My cake!” She felt a pang of regret; Asher wouldn’t get to eat it now.
Her reaction easily led Andrew to misunderstand. He coldly sneered, “Are you so attached to the cake he bought you?”
“You’re being completely unreasonable. Andrew, what exactly do you want?” she retorted, exasperated.
“I should be asking you that. What exactly do you want?” Andrew’s deep blue eyes were devoid of warmth, filled only with sarcasm and disdain. “If you only wanted to harm Emily, you wouldn’t need to seduce James; you could do the same to me.”
Isabella widened her eyes in shock, finally understanding what he meant.
She admitted that she had intentionally or unintentionally tempted James to use him for her purposes. Perhaps not exactly using him, as they had a common enemy and each had their needs.
But she never intended to betray herself. Hearing ‘seduction’ from Andrew’s mouth was unusually jarring, and she felt a pang of pain somewhere in her chest.
So, in his eyes, she was someone who used any means necessary to achieve her ends.
“Andrew, you-” Isabella’s low growl was quickly silenced by him.
His ice-cold lips pressed forcefully against her soft red ones, his breath intense and dominating.
This wasn’t the first time Isabella had kissed Andrew, and truth be told, she didn’t mind kissing him. But now, he wasn’t kissing her; he was like an enraged beast, fiercely biting and assaulting her lips and tongue.
She even tasted a faint metallic taste, unsure if it was his or her blood. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on her neck, as if his teeth had pierced her skin. Her eyes widened, yet before she could exclaim, a wave of heat spread through her body, and she went limp.
This nearly desperate kiss ended with a loud slap from Isabella. Her reaction was quick, and he made no attempt to evade it.
“You… What have you done to me…?” she stared at him, trying hard to support her feverish body, her gaze momentarily blurry, as if she saw his eyes turning into wolf-like pupils.
There was a brief stalemate in the atmosphere. One of Andrew’s hands caressed his throbbing cheek. His icy blue eyes looked complicated. He stared back at her, not afraid of her gaze fixed on his pupils.
He had just marked her.
Indeed, he had lost control just now. However, this slap from Isabella made him much calmer.
Perhaps he was overly sensitive. Often, the more he cared, the more uncontrollable he became.
Self-mockingly, Andrew thought he was probably at the mercy of this human girl, Isabella.
“I…” he tried to explain but she didn’t give him the chance.
She pushed him away forcefully, yelling at him, “Andrew, mind your own business! Who do you think you are to me!”
After yelling, Isabella ran off, her high heels echoing on the hard concrete floor. She thought she might faint from anger, thinking Andrew’s pupils were vertical. She covered her violently pounding heart, afraid that he might notice something odd about her; something was not right with her now.
Andrew stood stiffly in place, his eyes deep, watching Isabella’s figure. He furrowed his brows, then sighed. He couldn’t figure out how to explain to her; he had just marked her.
After a while, Andrew picked up his key fob, pressed the unlock button, and walked away.