After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 255 Confrontation, Anger, Misunderstanding Resolved

Isabel was furious-beyond furious. She had never felt this level of anger before.

The feeling of being doubted, of not being trusted those were the things she despised the most.

She raised her hand and yanked the emerald guardian angel pendant off her neck.

"Here! Take it! I don't want it anymore! From now on, there's nothing-absolutely nothing-between us!"

The words had barely left her lips when Xander froze completely.

After a brief moment of silence, he slowly lifted his head and looked at Isabel.

Her face was blazing with rage, her eyes burning with a fury that was as intense as it was unmistakable. Anger poured from her gaze, so much so that it bordered on hatred.

Seeing the look on her face, something rare happened-Xander panicked. A surge of fear swept through him, his chest tightening with dread.

Isabel's chest heaved violently as her anger boiled over.

"I'm packing my things right now and leaving. Don't come looking for me. You won't find me!"

Hearing her cold, final words, Xander's eyes went blank for a moment. Then, realizing what was happening, he suddenly grabbed Isabel and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, his arms locking around her waist.

He knew it wouldn't change anything, but at least for now, Isabel was in his grasp, unable to leave.

"Let go!" Isabel shouted, struggling hard, pushing against Xander's shoulders with all her strength. "You're not leaving," Xander said in a low, commanding tone that left no room for argument.

"I am leaving! Let me go!" Isabel shouted again, shoving him even harder.

The more Isabel fought, the tighter Xander's grip became.

Her relentless pushing left his shoulders red, but Xander still didn't loosen his hold, not even a little.

After several attempts, Isabel's frustration peaked. Her face flushed from the effort and fury, and when she realized she couldn't break free, she snapped. In a fit of anger, she leaned forward and bit down on Xander's shoulder. "Mm-hmm-"Xander let out a muffled groan of pain, and then ... nothing.

He still wasn't letting go?

pausing in surprise. She'd bitten

long you can take

into his shoulder,

didn't hurt. She was leaning against his shoulder, and

breaths a little heavier than usual. Every small detail pointed to the fact that Xander

thought about it, the more she felt an

do you even want?" she asked, her tone both

she listened carefully, she

word stopped Isabel in her tracks, filling her

Xander-was pleading with her? He was the richest man in Solaria, the legendary CEO of the Bennett Group, a man known for his decisive, no-nonsense,

elegant on the surface, the reality was that he

softening for her? Pleading with

it when people don't trust me. I told you, I was only treating Richard. He has severe asthma-you can have someone look into it if you don't believe me. And as for hiding under the table, it's not because I wanted to-I just

time you get jealous and mad, I'm the one who suffers. To avoid unnecessary drama, I hid.

it, you wouldn't believe me. You even insisted on checking me?!"

turned crimson, the color creeping down her neck and to the tips of her ears. Whether it was

I don't want it anymore!" Isabel's anger

Wasn't that just plain insulting? Did he really see her as some

Isabel, showing no sign of letting go. As he listened to her words, he realized he'd gone

and hurt you. That was my fault. I shouldn't have

took Isabel's hand and, without hesitation, slapped

The sound was

stung from the force of the slap, proof of just how

she could even process what was happening, her palm had already landed on his face. "You" Isabel started, wanting to

wasn't just Xander who had been impulsive

down, her

saw her husband at another man's house,

said, taking

quicker. She curled her fingers into a fist and yanked her arm back before he

this," Isabel said, her tone softening. She glanced at the red mark on Xander's

such a disheveled state, and standing like this in front of

break my waist," Isabel