After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 174 That Man Has Crossed the Line

Isabel did her best to control her breathing and heartbeat to keep the man from noticing that she was pretending to be asleep. She waited quietly for the man's next actions. Mwah ...

A faint sound broke the silence as a gentle kiss pressed her lips.

Her heartbeat nearly missed a beat.

How dare this man sneak a kiss while I'm "asleep"!

Isabel thought of these days when they shared the same bed. Now she realized just how comfortable he'd gotten with these secret kisses. How many times had he done this when I was unaware?

What's happening to me? I was never this careless. It was because the environment in which she grew up in her previous life caused her to be vigilant at all times, whether it was day or night. Even in the deepest of sleep, the slightest disturbance would wake her. Could it be because I've unconsciously dropped my guard and grown less careful around this man?

The thought made her head throb.

She didn't know if it was a good thing or bad to feel so defenseless around him.

Lost in a haze of confusion, she barely noticed as his cool lips brushed her forehead, landing in a light kiss.

However, it didn't stop there. Slowly, he let his lips trail down her forehead, nose, chin, the curve of her neck, and across her collarbone...

If he went any further, she would have to drop the pretense.

Thankfully, he seemed to have some restraint. Instead, he shifted his attention to her hand, lifting it gently. He kissed her palm, then turned it over, pressing a kiss onto the back of her hand. Not a single hand was left untouched.

Isabel felt her temples throb in frustration. She almost couldn't stand the urge to sit up and snap, "Hey, I'm asleep, not dead! Are you done? Or are you planning to savor every inch?" Finally, he withdrew, seemingly satisfied.

Isabel sat up, staring at the closed door with an exasperated expression. She glanced down, inspecting her hand before touching her forehead, her nose, and her lips.

no visible traces of his kisses, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that each place he'd kissed now bore an invisible mark, an

Isabel dwelled on it, the stronger that indescribable shame

a while, she shook her head, brushing off

more distractions. Time

the bedside table and quickly typed out

heard of

came

"The Nelsons? From Daytonia?"

"Yeah."

Isabel typed back, "It can't be a small family. Twenty years ago, they had close ties

curiosity spiked. Why is

asked, trying to piece

to do with my background," she replied. Isabel trusted Beowulf implicitly. She wasn't going to let past betrayals cloud her view. Her current brothers deserved better than that. "Got it! I'll start digging. Expect my

her hand, sifting through

part of the city, Xander received a call

emerald guardian angel pendant to Isabel?" Her tone

likes it, so I'm

darkened, and her voice held a distinct

That pendant was Leslie's! She gave it to you, remember? And didn't she say she wanted you to marry her when you grew up?" Ivana's voice grew more heated with

seen that girl as her biological daughter. She'd dreamed of the day she could

terrible fire years ago. That fire had left no trace, and

into her life. That girl was so fond of her, always clinging to her while calling her name just

the window,

doesn't mean you should give her

I didn't give that to her." Xander sighed, rubbing his temples. "We