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

Her birthday?

I would have cracked

traced her fingers over the pendant's smooth surface. For a long time, she had been haunted by a single

and dreams resurfaced repeatedly, she

her childhood, waking up in an orphanage

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

hadn't understood why back

now, piecing everything together, the fear of fire made perfect sense if she

were only assumptions and speculations without solid

then, there

Richie's deep longing

his very being, so profound that it made

her thoughts drifted, Isabel fell

the dream, Leslie toddled over to

she asked, her wide eyes full

met. Leslie

had just

is

he spoke,

paperwork. From today onward, you're our child. Your name will be

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

a playmate?" her mother replied gently

a younger brother, not

Richie, and a mischievous glint appeared in

get dibs. From now on, I'll be your big sister, and you'll be my little brother.

older than you by several years and much taller. Do you really think it's appropriate

course it is! I

a firm nod. She ruffled chie's hair

swnevel

get

your

laughed again, filling the room with warmth and

Isabel murmured the

who had just gotten out of bed and was

wondered if he had

"I'm hungry," Isabel mumbled.

helpless yet

gaze drifted downward,

posy lips,

the morning

apple bobbed as he

They looked... delicious.