Chapter 63 A Date
Isabelle was infuriated by Warren’s despicable mask–like face, to the point where she could barely breathe.
Suddenly, she seemed to have been awakened. Now she was like a shrew, speaking without restraint and constantly mocking him… Wasn’t this proving that she cared and was jealous? No, she should remain indifferent. She had promised to keep her distance, so why was she so angry?
She struggled to suppress her anger, her little face turned cold and she pretended to be completely calm, smiling and saying, “Why would I be angry? It’s just a fake marriage, even if Mr. L takes your lover to a hotel right now, I would applaud and send you off!”
Warren’s warm moment cooled down as he stared at her stubborn little face. “Are you being serious?”
“Yeah,” Isabelle chuckled.
“Then don’t regret it!”
Amy walked over with a smile. “Warren?”
“Amy, come with me to soak in the hot springs!” Warren coldly grabbed Amy and walked away.
Amy blushed and spoke softly, “Warren… alright, I promise you. Don’t worry.”
Isabelle lowered her head, suffocated, and listened to them flirting and teasing each other, abruptly stuffing food into her mouth.
Suddenly, the barbecue grill and skewers in front of me were taken away by the waiter.
Isabelle’s face turned pale with anger as she watched the two people leave with a suggestive smile.
I cursed you to drown!
Amy turned around and glanced at Isabelle, anxiously asking, “Is Isabelle okay?”
Warren glanced at Isabelle and smirked coldly. “Words are deceiving, not stimulating enough.”
Amy half–jokingly said, “Well, then we still need to work hard.”
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Glenda’s phone rang, and Isabelle answered it in a daze. “Hello?”
“Glenda, Warren has arrived. He walked into the office wearing that highly recognizable CEO suit, but I haven’t seen his face yet,” Glenda exclaimed excitedly, holding a broom. She disguised herself as a janitor.
“Oh,” Isabelle said listlessly.
“He’s out! That’s great. He’s going to the bathroom. I’ll go take a look at his face.”
“Oh.” Isabelle walked into the hot spring hall with her feet not obeying her. She stared fixedly at the co–ed bathing area.
Glenda hung up the phone and sneaked into the men’s restroom, carrying a broom.
There was no one in the men’s restroom. Glenda’s beautiful face was
looking around. Suddenly, there was a tall figure next to her.
The man’s silhouette was straight and slender, dressed in a perfectly fitting formal suit that Warren often wore. His legs were long and refined. Glenda looked up along his legs… and suddenly let out a scream. She immediately covered her eyes!
“You…you…you…”
Warren turned around in surprise.
“Don’t! What are you doing? Turn around, Mr. Levine!” Glenda’s eyes sparkled with anger, her face turning red as blood, as she kept asking herself in her mind. She… is this… her first romantic encounter this year? Why isn’t it Adam…
“Who are you?” he asked coldly, “Why are you in the men’s restroom?”
“I…”
“What did you see?” Warren approached.
Glenda blushed. She was completely caught off guard, her round eyes widened, and she panicked, repeatedly stepping back. “Don’t come any closer, Mr. Levine! Mr. Levine! Mr. Levine!”
She ran away quickly.
The toilet was left with cold air.
Marin raised an eyebrow and glanced at the fleeing figure before pulling up his pants. The wickedness beneath his lenses slowly overflowed, and he once again wore a cold expression.
He turned off the recording in Warren’s trouser pocket.
He wore well–fitted trousers and stood at a height of 187 centimeters.
Standing next to Warren, who was 188 centimeters tall, it was hard to tell them apart.
Glenda used three bottles of cold water to wash away some of the heat on her face.
She bit her finger and called Isabelle back.
“Hello… Bella, it’s Warren himself.”
Isabelle finally regained some sanity. “Did you see his face?”
Glenda immediately blushed and reminisced. She only remembered seeing something she shouldn’t have!
Glenda coughed heavily twice. “I didn’t see his whole face… but it was definitely him. The voice was clear, it was Mr. Levine’s deep voice.”
Isabelle frowned. “Can that be one hundred percent certain?”
“Of course!” Glenda hesitated, should she go in and see that man? Glenda’s face turned red with frustration and embarrassment as she muttered, “You’re really lucky, Bella.”
“Ah?”
Glenda touched her face and fell to the ground. Oh my goodness, how was she going to tell Bella that she had seen her man?
Glenda decided to keep this dirty secret of her best friend, Yong Cang, forever. “It’s nothing, cough cough, but anyway, I confirmed it. Warren and L are two different people.”
“Really? Could it be that I guessed wrong?” Isabelle furrowed her brow.
Glenda was unreliable at times when it came to getting things done.
10:30
Isabelle had to find a way to uncover Glenda’s mask and take a closer look.
Isabelle couldn’t help but notice the time whenever she thought about that scumbag. It had been three hours since he took Amy to soak in the hot spring.
It was getting dark.
Isabelle sat in the chair in the lobby, twirling the rose petals on the
table.
“Drowned? Not drowned…” she exclaimed, furious.
The tourists all came out and entered the restaurant to have a meal.
Suddenly, laughter from the familiar swimsuit shop on the left side, “Miss Nanny?”
Isabelle turned her head. It was Amy calling her.
Amy was wearing a revealing and perfectly fitting swimsuit, with long and slender white legs, a waist that could be held with a gentle grip. and long hair dripping with water, as black as satin. This accentuated her beautiful and noble face, making her look both obedient and charmingly tender. She was draped in a towel, everything was appropriate and astonishing.
Men kept glancing sideways frequently.
Amy smiled and said, “Nanny, please go and book two rooms, one for yourself and one for Warren and me, We want a suite with a king–size bed.”
The last four words made Isabelle freeze abruptly.
What does it mean? Are they staying overnight tonight?
Soaking in hot springs is an outdoor activity, Isabelle speculated with luck that nothing should happen.
She didn’t expect that L would actually invite this woman to stay and spend time together.
Isabelle’s heart pricked as if a sharp needle had scraped across, leaving her face pale.
She opened the room like a piece of wood.
When Isabelle handed the room card to Amy, Amy was looking at the sunny and interesting decorations on the counter. The sheer fabric was so alluring that it made people blush.
Amy took off a set of red clothes and shyly asked Isabelle, “Nanny, which set do you think Warren will like? Tonight is a very important night for me.”
Isabelle’s face turned cold as she clenched her fists and said, “Naturally, I prefer not wearing anything at all.”
Amy seemed to not hear the sarcasm hidden in her words, and she smiled while staring at the woman. “You’re absolutely right,” she said
She picked up the men’s pants next to her and asked loudly, “Have you paid attention to Warren’s size when washing his pants? What size does he wear? Can you buy a box for me and deliver it to our suite later?”
Isabelle couldn’t stand it anymore, buying what, without a doubt.
The woman’s face was gentle and charming.
Isabelle recognized her provocation and she smiled slightly, saying, “Ms. Watson, it seems that you are not very familiar with him either, yet you still meddle in my personal affairs as a nanny.”
Amy’s gaze froze with disdain.
Amy always had a smile in her eyes and immediately said, “After
tonight, I will know. The nanny should go and do what a nanny should do!”
Isabelle zombie–walked to buy a few boxes of things.
Warren was sitting in the restaurant, dining with a boss and two subordinates.
Isabelle stormed in, throwing the boxes she held onto Warren’s desk. As she met his raised pitch–black eyes, she sarcastically smirked, “These are what your lover ordered me to buy. I had no idea what to get, so I just went for the worst option. It should suit you perfectly, right?”
She sneered, glanced at the stunned boss and the stunned assistant next to her, and spoke very loudly!
Warren’s deep gaze narrowed dangerously.
Isabelle ran out on her own, went upstairs, and locked herself in the room. She quickly felt the corners of her eyes moist.
Isabelle must have been driven crazy by him, burying her head into her knees and squatting on the ground in distress.
