After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 228 A Kiss to Wake-Up

Richie's question left Isabel momentarily speechless.

"How should I put it? He's very nice to me."

"I can see that," Richie chimed in.

"But-" Isabel's brows furrowed even deeper. "Feelings aren't as simple as liking someone and being together because of it."

"So, you don't have that kind of feeling for him?" Richie asked.

Isabel raised a hand to scratch her neck awkwardly. "I think so? Or maybe... I just can't treat him the way he treats me."

The more Isabel spoke, the more unfair the whole situation seemed to Xander in her mind. It wasn't as if she wanted things to be this way. Just like she had said earlier-if someone liked her and treated her well, was she obligated to reciprocate? Did not returning his feelings make her a bad person?

That didn't make sense.

She wanted to stay true to her heart.

"If that's the case, why are you two still together? Haven't you already exacted your revenge?" Richie looked at her with genuine confusion.

Because of the emerald guardian angel pendant.

But that wasn't something Isabel planned to share with Richie.

"There's a promise between us. For now, I can't leave his side," she explained briefly, then swiftly changed the subject. "Let's get you lying down again. I wasn't done treating you earlier." "Alright." Richie nodded obediently.

That night, Isabel lay in bed, tossing and turning. The events of the day weighed heavily on her mind.

It wasn't until nearly midnight that Xander arrived, right on schedule.

As always, the moment he climbed into bed, he pulled her into his arms.

Isabel feigned deep sleep, staying perfectly still as she waited for him to fall asleep.

Listening closely to his even breathing against her face, she deduced he must be asleep.

To test it, she shifted slightly.

A minute passed and there was no reaction from Xander. He was truly asleep.

Carefully, Isabel slid her hand out, reached under his shirt, and retrieved the emerald guardian angel pendant.

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in her mind.

"Leslie, this is the treasure your parents left you. The password is your ...

The voice faded away again.

password is Leslie's

Her birthday?

not. If it were, I would have

For a long time, she had been haunted by

resurfaced repeatedly, she grew increasingly convinced that she might be

back to her childhood, waking up in an orphanage after a high

out. For a long time after waking up, she would tremble

hadn't understood

fire made perfect sense if she really were

these were only assumptions and speculations without

there was

could feel Richie's deep

very being, so profound that it

her thoughts drifted, Isabel fell asleep,

Leslie toddled over

asked, her

first met. Leslie

had just given him, unwilling

is Richie,"

soon as he

today onward, you're our child. Your name will be Richard," they announced. "Okay."

parents. "Mom, Dad, does that mean he's part of our

want a sibling and a playmate?" her mother replied

"But I wanted a younger brother, not an older

eyes darted back to Richie, and a

I'll be your big sister, and

than you by several years and much taller. Do you really think

course it is!

firm nod.

swnevel

get

I'm your

filling the room

Isabel murmured the

of bed and was buttoning his shirt, paused when

stared at Isabel and wondered

"I'm hungry," Isabel mumbled.

yet

gaze drifted downward, landing on

posy lips, which

the morning

bobbed as he

They looked... delicious.