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.

guardian angel pendant wasn't on her after all. He had been wrong-the girl from last

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, making it unsuitable to

upstairs. If you don't mind, you can borrow mine," Richie offered as he led Isabel

opening the closet. Almost everything

had its

shirt was sorted and she needed pants

pants had also been stained by the tea. From certain angles, it might

rummaged through Richie's wardrobe but couldn't find suitable pants

the mirror in just the oversized shirt, which fell slightly above her knees, she thought it wasn't

that thought, she decided to leave it

Isabel called out, pushing

at the sight

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

throat, trying to redirect

have needed mine if I hadn't spilled

reaction was purely instinctive-a typical response from any man in

all, in Richie's

he cared about. No matter how stunning another woman

need to apologize; it wasn't intentional. Let's move on. 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. I've also prepared

Thank you." Richie removed his

drawn to the scars

"What happened?"

wilderness training once. These are from back then,"

Wilderness training?

thought back to his impressive

He must have done it all to grow stronger-to avenge

herself in thought, the

door. He turned on the television, which displayed the

stopped. Standing outside wasn't just anyone

behind him was

her current outfit. If Xander saw her like this, there

turned to Richie, who was shirtless

looking

the dining table,

doing?"

for him to be quiet, pointing at