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.

is Leslie's

Her birthday?

I

the pendant's smooth surface. For a

resurfaced repeatedly, she grew

in an orphanage after a

waking up, she would tremble and cry whenever she saw

hadn't understood why

now, piecing everything together, the fear of fire made perfect

assumptions and

there

feel Richie's

was a devotion etched into his very being, so

drifted, Isabel fell asleep, slipping

Leslie toddled over to Richie with her

your name?" she asked, her wide eyes

the day they first met. Leslie didn't yet know his

just given him, unwilling to throw

is Richie,"

soon as he spoke, Leslie's

we've completed the adoption paperwork. From today onward, you're our child. Your name

her parents. "Mom, Dad, does that mean he's

a playmate?" her mother replied gently with a

"But I wanted a younger brother, not

back to Richie, and a mischievous glint appeared

your big

much taller. Do you

is!

firm nod. She ruffled

swnevel

get

I'm your big sister

again, filling the

Isabel murmured the

just gotten out of bed and was buttoning his

and wondered if he had heard

"I'm hungry," Isabel mumbled.

yet

face. His gaze drifted downward,

posy lips,

in the

bobbed as he

They looked... delicious.