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Marin was about to say,
“Warren, don’t you know what happened to your wife Isabelle?” Glenda immediately reported. “Today, Tonya plagiarized Bella’s work and used her connections to take the stage first. Bella was caught off guard and the judges unanimously attacked her for plagiarism. Now the whole city is reporting her plagiarism. Bella is already doing well without crying, and you are still making things difficult for her. Tell me, is that fair for her?”
The last sentence, of course, Glenda spoke very softly…
Warren, upon hearing the words, had a slightly bewildered expression.
Marin pointed with his eyes and said, “Isabelle walked towards the elevator.”
Marin added, “It was raining outside.”
Warren snatched Marin’s car keys and quickly chased into the elevator with his long legs.
“Is it really raining outside?” Glenda asked Marin worriedly.
“Nonsense.”
Glenda looked at Marin speechlessly and said, “How can you be even more cunning than me?”
“True to his nature,” Marin glanced at her.
Glenda stood a little far away.
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Isabelle walked out of Galaxy Club, not knowing where to go, and it started raining heavily in the late night.
People hurriedly walked on the street, couples shared an umbrella, or parents carried their daughters to seek shelter from the rain.
Isabelle, however, was all alone. She no longer had a mother, and her father wished for her death. As for Warren…
Ha.
Isabelle squatted by the flower bed, took out her phone, and refreshed the news, with a screen full of voices cursing at her.
Today, Isabelle failed, experiencing her first Waterloo since seeking revenge. In fact, since returning, no matter how cruel the Spencer family was, she never cried.
Now, however, she feels like crying a little because of Warren’s disregard for her. She doesn’t know when it started, but Isabelle seems to have placed some hope in him.
Perhaps Warren saved Isabelle twice. Isabelle was walking on a desperate path, and Warren’s unintentional help gave her a glimmer of warmth.
Isabelle thought, “Once people start relying on others, they become vulnerable.” Isabelle shook her head forcefully, sniffing.
A sports car screeched to a halt.
Pedestrians on the street turned their heads one after another as a handsome Warren got out of the sports car.
Warren wore a black dress shirt and trousers, with his rolled–up
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sleeves revealing his strong arms. A discreet wristwatch showcased his mysterious identity. His luxurious outfit caused a wave of
astonishment among the girls.
Warren walked to the edge of the flower bed and remembered Glenda’s words. Isabelle was betrayed by someone.
He mocked her, despite his lack of ability and his arrogance.
With a slight frown, Warren stared at Isabelle and his tone softened a bit. “Didn’t you know it was raining?”
Isabelle looked up and said, “How did you come here?”
She saw him and wanted to leave.
Unexpectedly, Warren quickly stepped forward and horizontally lifted Isabelle up.
“What are you doing, Warren?” Isabelle angrily pushed him away.
The girls who were watching the excitement cheered with envy.
Isabelle was slapped on the buttocks by him, her face turned red, and she angrily said, “Who do you think you are to grab me? I’m not going with you.”
“Can’t I take care of my own child? Who let it be in your belly, not in another woman’s belly?” he asked coldly.
Isabelle was speechless, thinking to herself, “Is this person shameless?”
Isabelle was brought back to the Galaxy Club by Warren.
In the presidential suite, the butler had already prepared a hot bath. Isabelle was carried by him like a princess all the way to the bathroom door. He put her down, with a disgusted look on his face, “You’re as
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light as a cotton candy. Go take a hot shower. If you dare to catch a cold, be careful, I’ll beat you!”
She shivered from the cold, glared at him, and immediately walked inside.
The assistant knocked on the door and delivered the ladies‘ suit that Warren had ordered.
Isabelle finished washing up, but she realized she had no clothes. She bit her lip and knocked on the door, “Hey, where are my clothes?”
He seemed to be standing outside the door, with a large hand opening a crack in the door, saying, “Come in here.”
Isabelle immediately became angry and said, “Why are you standing so close? Were you peeping at me while I was taking a shower?”
The man. Warren, pulled the door crack open a little more, revealing his eyes, and sneered, “So, how much do you think I saw?”
“Ah!” Isabelle exclaimed, tightening her towel in embarrassment. “Warren, you are such a rogue.”
He chuckled softly and immediately supported her, “Stand steady!”
Warren sneered, “Who wants to see you? The bathroom doesn’t have a non–slip mat. If you fall, what will happen to my child?”
Isabelle glanced down and then remembered that every bathroom at home had non–slip mats, which the hotel did not have.
Warren’s charm was evident in the details that these women were completely unable to resist.
A feeling of being taken care of surged through her mind again, Isabelle pouted and said, “Give me the clothes.”
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Warren entered.
She caught it, but he held onto her underwear tightly.
Isabelle tugged several times. Warren looked at her as she emerged from the bath, his throat moving up and down, “Do you need any help?”
Isabelle slammed the door shut! Blushing, she thought, “He really is a pro.”
She came out dressed and smelled the aroma of the soup. The presidential suite was luxurious, and Warren stood tall in the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves and was simmering the soup.
Isabelle was leaning against the door frame, her almond–shaped eyes glistening with moisture.
Isabelle thought, “Warren, who has such an arrogant and bad–tempered attitude, can actually make soup?”
Her heartbeat was slightly irregular, so she quickly stopped looking and turned her head to survey the house.
When Warren came out with the soup, he saw her scanning the room like an X–ray.
Warren placed the bowl of soup on the bedside cupboard. He approached her and asked with a cold smirk, “So, have you found traces of a woman?”
Isabelle quickly turned around and sneered, “Even if you had a woman’s stockings or something else, wouldn’t you destroy the evidence?”
He lifted Isabelle up and placed her on the bed, saying, “I can tell you need to be straightened out!”
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Isabelle touched the blanket with her hand, deliberately being picky, “Is this bed clean or not?”
He was almost driven to death by anger.
He sneered, “Not clean, huh? You sniffed in the middle of the bed, there’s another smell.”
Isabelle foolishly lay there, burying her face in the blanket, but apart from his scent, Warren’s clean breath carried a musky masculinity that made Isabelle blush, there was no other smell.
She immediately stood up, but unexpectedly he came up from behind, bent down, and whispered in her ear, “You don’t have to check, there’s actually a more direct way.”
“What?” Isabelle asked innocently.
Warren picked up her little hand and placed it on the leather button at her narrow waist.
He didn’t say a word, but those deep eyes seemed to be flirting, “How do you suggest we check?”
Isabelle saw her actions and suddenly blushed, pushing him away with annoyance, “Warren!”
“Aren’t you being overly suspicious?” Warren pursed his thin lips, suddenly turning cold, and muttered, “I have been living here alone for the past few days, not even a single fly. Why didn’t you come home? It’s because someone angered me!”
Isabelle looked up and indeed, his suite was very clean and meticulously tidy, without a trace of a woman’s scent.
These days, you insinuated and criticized. What exactly were you concerned about? Did you even want me to find another woman? Is
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that what you truly wanted?
Warren clenched his large hand tightly around her jaw, proving that he was still angry about what happened that day.
Isabelle pursed her lips, wanting to nod in a stubborn manner, but she didn’t dare.
Moreover, did you really think that way in your heart?
She was confused, initially biting tightly.
“Speak!” Warren said impatiently.
He was too close to her. She was too fragrant and soft. And they were still in bed. Uncontrollable desires kept crossing his mind. He felt uncomfortable all over.
As soon as Isabelle heard his voice become hoarse, she immediately moved further away.
Unexpectedly, he was very domineering. He picked her up and held her in his arms, reaching out to get the soup. “Drink it first, don’t let it get cold.”
Isabelle frowned and said, “It’s too spicy, I don’t want to drink it.”
Somehow, Isabelle sounded like she was being coquettish.
Warren’s expression changed, his throat felt itchy, and he threatened, “If you don’t drink, I’ll force–feed you.”
“You should have thought about how I would feed you!”
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