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Warren raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in a deep smirk. “Are you being so sarcastic and bitter out of jealousy? Aren’t you planning to leave after a year?”
He touched his chin, looking troubled. “I have to consider the child and myself as well. The child needs a mother to take care of them. I can’t go on without a woman by my side, and I think Ms. Watson is not bad.”
Isabelle didn’t have time to scold him. Can a Warren die from lacking a
woman?
Isabelle’s attention was immediately drawn by the emphasis in his words. She paused for a moment and looked down at her own abdomen.
The fetus was slowly growing, still in the early months without a sound. It was the first time she thought about the issue of having a stepmother when the child was born.
In an instant, Isabelle’s heart suddenly felt a slight discomfort.
Is Warren considering finding a stepmother for the children now, only waiting for Isabelle to move out?
Isabelle clenched her fist. She always said she wanted to keep her distance, not wanting to get too deeply involved, but she never expected Warren to be so selfish!
The child’s stepmother? Isabelle didn’t want that woman.
Isabelle’s face showed a hint of anxiety and a strong sense of
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disappointment, and her dark eyes shimmered with a touch of tears.
Warren was taken aback and wondered if he had gone too far with his words.
Isabelle was still young, so she didn’t think much about children.
Warren touched her head with his big hand and lightly pinched her ear. He asked coldly, “What’s wrong with you?”
Isabelle was feeling very unhappy and annoyed, so she pushed him. “Am I not a worker? Don’t touch me.”
Warren’s gaze was deep.
“Warren!” Amy exclaimed as she gracefully approached. She certainly didn’t miss Warren’s casual yet affectionate gesture of running his fingers through Isabelle’s hair.
Warren had always been cold to the bone. Amy had only seen him fierce and ruthless in the mall, showing no recognition to anyone, even to her and her close brothers, he was as cold as frost.
When did Warren ever look down on a woman with indulgence like this?
Amy’s fingertips tightened slightly as she pretended to smile naturally “Warren, I’ve bought it! Oh, I forgot about the babysitter. Should I go buy another one?”
“Thank you, no need!” Isabelle didn’t want to go in and soak in the hot springs with them.
Isabelle saw them sticking together and inexplicably felt a glare.
She broke free from Warren’s big hand and turned around, running towards the open–air campsite beside her.
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“Warren, what about us…” Amy’s eyes were filled with anticipation.
The soft glow that Warren had just seen in Isabelle had long vanished, making Amy feel like it was an illusion. He glanced at Amy indifferently and said, “Amy, go soak yourself.”
Warren also leisurely walked towards the open–air campsite.
Amy stood still, clenching her teeth tightly.
Amy tried to probe today and found that Warren was more interested in Isabelle than she had imagined. But why? Isabelle was clearly a woman who would fight for love.
Isabelle knew that she and Warren were in a fake marriage contract.
Amy’s soft lips curved up, her gaze narrowed with a charming chill, still smiling.
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The open–air campsite was hosting a barbecue party, with European- style long tables and barbecue grills filled with desserts.
The weather became cold, and the hot springs were near the mountains. Isabelle wore an apricot–colored sweater dress, which was soft and tender, but it couldn’t keep her warm.
“Warren, the weather was so cold!”
At that moment, Isabelle was drawn to the charming and soft voice of a woman. She saw Warren lazily crossing his long legs under the umbrella nearby.
The beautiful vice president lowered her head, delicately using her slender fingers to peel open lychee, and then offered it to Warren’s thin lips.
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Warren frowned as he looked at Amy.
Amy pointed and laughed, “Hurry up and act, she’s watching.”
Warren turned his head.
Isabelle and he locked eyes, their gazes freezing. She didn’t look away, just coldly observing the intimate gestures between the two people.
Isabelle wanted to pretend that she didn’t care, but her red lips were slightly tightened and her eyes were filled with anger.
Warren raised an eyebrow, turned his head, and took the lychee from Amy.
Amy blushed and whispered, “You bit my finger, Warren.”
“Is that so?” Isabelle heard Warren’s voice sound wickedly delighted.
Isabelle felt as if a stone was lodged in her chest.
Warren glanced at Isabelle’s pale face and deliberately personally draped his suit jacket over Amy’s shoulders, gently embracing her. “You said you were cold, don’t catch a cold.”
“Warren!” Amy exclaimed in surprise. Warren, wearing a scented suit, covered her with a coat, causing her face to turn red and her eyes to sparkle with a tender smile. “I will always remember this scene where you draped the coat over me.”
Warren acted with indifference. “Fool.”
Not far away, Isabelle’s face turned pale. She looked down at herself and realized she had nothing on, feeling freezing cold.
She immediately felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, as if a cold wind had swept through. Warren knew that Isabelle was pregnant, yet he
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still gave his clothes to another woman!
What a jerk!
Isabelle was so upset, even though it was just a marriage of convenience.
She hung her head low and suddenly stood up and walked away. On the barbecue grill, there were many spicy grilled skewers.
Isabelle felt breathless and, upon seeing those spicy things, angrily picked up several skewers and sat down on the grass to start eating.
Her little mouth turned red, and she started drinking water.
Suddenly, something rolled to her feet and hit her buttocks.
Isabelle turned around and saw the jerk standing tall behind her, glaring at her.
“What were you eating?”
“Are you blind?” Isabelle saw the corn he kicked and picked it up, fiercely throwing it back at his shin.
Warren groaned in pain, walked over, and squatted in front of her. He saw her mouth full of chili peppers and frowned. “Did you feed my child chili peppers?”
Isabelle felt a tightness in her chest and sneered, “So, you still remember that there’s a child. I thought you couldn’t wait to have one with Ms. Watson. Well, that’s perfect. The child can completely belong to me.”
Warren was infuriated and suddenly smirked. “Are you on fire? Why are you so full of rage?”
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He snatched the grilled skewers from her small hand. “You can’t eat these. Give them to me.”
Isabelle refused angrily. She had researched and found that eating spicy food in moderation would not harm the child. The belief that spicy food should be avoided was all just a rumor.
She was angry, her mouth tightly pursed. “I want to eat. I baked all of these myself. I wouldn’t even give them to jerk’s lover, let alone a dog.”
Isabelle picked up the grilled bread and stuffed it into her mouth as soon as she finished speaking.
She seemed angry.
Warren chuckled softly. “So now it was the puppy nibbling on the bread?”
Isabelle’s hand froze, her black eyes widened, with a hint of pink at the corners, indicating anger, yet it was alluring, making her beautiful face even more vibrant. Her cheeks were flushed with anger. She shouted. “Don’t you dare laugh at me!”
Warren rolled his throat silently, watching her adorable and fierce expression as if she was about to explode. She sat curled up on the grass, with a soft sweater dress revealing a slender and snowy white portion of her leg. After he saw it, she immediately pulled her leg back into the hem of her skirt, leaving only a tiny bit of her heel.
Staring at the hem of her skirt, Warren suddenly felt an unexplained thirst, his Adam’s apple sliding.
He smirked and said, “Fine, don’t give the lover any. Little nanny, grill some corn for me to eat!”
He picked up the corn.
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Isabelle slapped his hand and sneered, “Didn’t you just choke on a lychee?”
Warren clicked his tongue. “Look at you, with your sarcastic
demeanor. You don’t have the graceful temperament of my wife. What exactly has made you so unhappy, angry, and jealous?”
Isabelle remained silent.
