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 cracked it

surface. For a long

repeatedly, she grew increasingly convinced

to her childhood, waking up in an

vivid detail stood out. For a long time after waking up, she would tremble and cry whenever she saw

hadn't understood

together, the fear of fire

these were only assumptions

there was

could feel Richie's deep longing for

very being, so profound that it made her

Isabel fell

Leslie toddled over to Richie with her tiny

asked, her

was the day they first met. Leslie

candy wrapper Leslie had just given him, unwilling to throw

name is

as he

you're our child. Your name

her large eyes at her parents. "Mom, Dad, does that mean

and a playmate?" her mother replied gently with a

"But I wanted a younger brother, not an older

and a mischievous glint appeared

came to this family first, so I get dibs. From now on, I'll be your big sister, and you'll be my little

taller. Do you

it is! I

firm nod. She ruffled chie's hair

swnevel

get

I'm your

again, filling the room with warmth

murmured the name

of bed and

wondered if he had heard

"I'm hungry," Isabel mumbled.

yet

gaze

lips, which

in the

Adam's apple bobbed

They looked... delicious.