After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 226 Richie Is Richard

The villa's interior was identical to the Nelson Residence.

Richie was the man from last night.

It was Richard!

Last night, he must have revealed his true identity to Xander; otherwise, there was no way he could have escaped unscathed from the elite bodyguards of the Bennetts.

"Apologies for the delay," Richie said as he descended the staircase.

"It's fine. I just arrived," Isabel replied.

As Isabel fixed her gaze on Richie, he was also scrutinizing her.

By all accounts, the emerald guardian angel pendant should have been in Xander's possession. Yet last night, it had hung around the neck of that woman.

Richie recalled seeing Xander kiss Isabel in the car that day.

If they were indeed a couple, it wouldn't be surprising if Xander had gifted her the pendant.

With this thought, Richie's gaze discreetly shifted to Isabel's chest.

After a brief silence, Richie poured Isabel a cup of water.

"It's fine. Let me start your treatment," Isabel said. She wasn't thirsty, having already had some water before coming.

"The treatment can wait a bit. You're my guest, and here is a cup of pre-brewed lemon tea," Richie insisted, pushing the cup closer to Isabel.

However, his hand tilted slightly, causing the hot tea to spill down Isabel's neck and onto her chest.

"Ah!" Isabel gasped softly at the heat.

"My apologies." Richie handed her a clean towel as his eyes inadvertently drew to her front.

The tea had soaked her white blouse, revealing faint contours beneath.

But there was nothing there.

Her collarbone was bare, with no trace of any necklace.

after all. He had been wrong-the girl from

fine. The water wasn't that hot, but this shirt... " Isabel glanced down at her now-stained white blouse. The tea had left mottled marks,

have clothes upstairs. If you don't mind, you can borrow mine," Richie

into the room and opening the closet. Almost everything was white shirts, with

picked a new shirt that still had its tags attached, thinking Richie might care about

sorted and she needed

the tea. From certain angles, it might even look like

through Richie's wardrobe but couldn't

she thought it wasn't a big deal. Some of

decided to leave it as

Isabel called out, pushing the door

at the sight of

a solid six-foot-tall, was the kind of guy whose clothes would typically dwarf any average-sized girl, making them look like a kid playing dress-up in an adult's wardrobe. But Isabel was no average girl. Her figure filled out his shirt perfectly and the buttons looked like they might pop off

Richie cleared his throat, trying to redirect his

wouldn't have needed mine if I hadn't spilled tea

man in his position. It

all, in Richie's heart, there

No matter how stunning another woman was, she meant nothing

I'll start your treatment now," Isabel said, pulling out a set of silver needles. "Take off your shirt so can begin the needle therapy.

removed his shirt

immediately drawn to the scars on

"What happened?"

once. These are from back then,"

Wilderness training?

back to his impressive skills

become so formidable. He must have done it all to

herself in thought, the

the door. He turned on the television, which displayed the security

outside

behind him

current outfit. If Xander saw her like this, there was no way

to Richie, who was

Better to stop looking and figure out where to

thinking, Isabel ducked under the dining table,

are you doing?" Richie asked in

quiet, pointing at herself and