After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 225 Heartless Little Minx

Suddenly, a muffled groan sounded in her ear, and the man stopped moving.

Isabel released her bite and turned to him.

The man lay motionless on top of her, silent for what felt like ages.

Just as Isabel was about to say something to break the awkwardness, the man got up without a word and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom as the shower came on.

Sitting up, Isabel stared at the bathroom door. She didn't need to go inside to guess that he was taking a cold shower.

A pang of guilt suddenly hit her.

Pouting, she lowered her gaze to look at herself. Her clothes were in tatters as if a perfectly crisp sheet of paper had been crumpled into a ball. He'd taken almost every advantage he could just moments ago. If she hadn't bitten his shoulder so suddenly, they might've gone all the way. Isabel's hand instinctively went to her lower abdomen. It had only been a month. If they had done that, it could have severely affected the baby. She rubbed her temples, frustration mounting.

What is wrong with me?

Even without the baby, her feelings for Xander were more gratitude than genuine affection. If they ended up together like this, it would be unfair to him. She resolved to keep her head clear next time. She couldn't let his looks cloud her judgment.

With a groan, Isabel grabbed her head before lying back down, closing her eyes. But the sound of the running water kept echoing in her ears.

The bathroom door was well-insulated, so the noise wasn't that loud.

Yet somehow, it still kept her from falling asleep, leaving her restless.

Not long after, the sound of the shower stopped. Isabel stayed perfectly still, feigning sleep.

The soft click of the bathroom door opening reached her ears.

Isabel focused on keeping her breathing steady, trying her best to look convincingly asleep.

Soon, she heard his light footsteps approaching the bed. Each step was careful and deliberate, he didn't want to disturb her.

This level of thoughtfulness tugged at Isabel's heart.

Of course, she reminded herself, feeling touched wasn't the same as genuine feelings. Agreeing to be with him out of gratitude would make her no better than a heartless woman. Standing at her bedside, Xander stared down at her for a long moment.

"You heartless little minx. I'm suffering here, and you're sleeping like a log," he muttered softly.

down and captured her lips in a lingering kiss

happened. He slid her head onto his arm and wrapped her in his embrace before

calm her racing heartbeat, desperately trying to keep

like this. This time, it was like he'd been savoring her, leaving her lips

like a log while he was suffering. She wondered if this was

in her mind, exhaustion eventually pulled Isabel into sleep without her realizing

next morning, Isabel woke to

he had woken up or how

had done

if she suspected it, there

would mean admitting she had been pretending

was better to play

Isabel greeted, forcing a casual

Xander replied, his gaze dropping to

eyes lingered, Isabel internally rolled her

First thing in the

what he was thinking, Xander slowly reached out

hell? Is he trying to grope

eyes widened as she watched his

this hand belonged to someone on the subway or a bus, it'd definitely be labeled as pervy. But attached to Xander, with his impossibly handsome face, it somehow didn't come

as his hand was about to

was relieved that

idea how she

pendant-give it back to me for now,"

Isabel blinked, glancing down at her chest. She realized

it out from under her clothes, Isabel looked at him skeptically. "Didn't we agree I'd return it to

night and taking the

seem like his

Leslie's death anniversary. I need to have it with me for the next

So that was it.

pendant and handed it to

been a token of love that Leslie gave to Xander. It made sense that he wouldn't want to part with it, especially now. It would've been

wearing it

truth, she'd been pondering something for a while

dreaming a lot about Leslie-dreams so vivid they felt like memories. She suspected they weren't just random dreams but fragments of something

the little girl