After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 259 If I Really

"Okay."

Moments later, Isabel stared at Xander in the mirror, her eyes wide with amazement.

Xander already had great skin, but now, dressed so young and trendy, he looked just like an idol competing in a talent show.

Her gaze was glued to Xander's reflection, while he, on the other hand, avoided the mirror altogether. He tried to keep calm, indulging Isabel's whims.

When Isabel noticed the utterly defeated expression on Xander's face, she suppressed a laugh and walked over to stand beside him.

Pointing at the mirror, she teased, "Look at yourself! You're stunning-so cute and charismatic! You're making me want to just eat you up!"

Xander's head snapped up instantly. Narrowing his eyes, he studied Isabel.

"Really? You want to eat me?"

Isabel froze for a moment-she had only been joking.

"Alright," Xander said, his eyes now fixed on her soft lips. "I'll let you eat."

"Uh, cough, cough..." The stylist suddenly choked on his spit, thinking to himself how bold young couples were these days. Treating public spaces like their personal playground, and right in front of him, no less! "So? Why aren't you eating?" Xander leaned slightly closer as if waiting for Isabel to make the first move.

Isabel glanced at the stylist nearby, who tactfully turned away, pretending to focus intently on his tools.

"Alright, we've wasted enough time. Let's head to the amusement park before the tickets go to waste," Isabel said, trying to change the subject.

Sure, Xander looked good enough to eat right now, but that didn't mean she'd do it. She was just playing around-she'd never cross that line. Just as Isabel was about to leave, Xander's arm slid around her waist. Before she could react, he lifted her effortlessly off the ground.

And in the next second, his lips pressed firmly against hers.

Looking at the man, who somehow managed to exude both cuteness and commanding charisma, Isabel felt her heart race uncontrollably. Her pulse quickened so much, it no longer felt like her own.

Thankfully, Xander didn't prolong the kiss. After just five brief seconds, he released her.

Face flushed, Isabel glanced back at the stylist, who was now staring intently at his own feet.

He grabbed Isabel's small hand with his

to happen, she wouldn't

her lips together, she noticed a faint, tingling

spoiled her so much and went along with all her antics-getting kissed once wasn't a big deal. She decided to consider it her "payment" for his patience. What Isabel didn't realize, though, was that as she rationalized the situation, Xander was staring at her

watched, his Adam's apple

to kill me on purpose? How dare you press your lips together like that after

her licking her lips with

This was pure torment.

to stop himself from

turned her head, catching Xander

got something on your lips," Xander said casually, even as his hand reached out to gently brush against her lips. The warmth of his

glancing at his hand. Xander quickly moved his hand behind his back, rubbing his fingers together

now. Let's go-what do you want to do first?" he asked, deliberately

looked at Xander's hidden hand. She couldn't help but wonder if there had really been something on her lips-or if he'd just made that up as an excuse to touch her. No way... He

then she thought back to the last few days. Xander's behavior toward her had been growing bolder and

couldn't

I

odd things. She wasn't sure if it was because she'd been sleeping restlessly, but every morning, her collar

tingly.

could directly confront Xander and ask, "Was it you? Did you stoop to such

the courage to ask, she was certain Xander would

that she was piecing everything together, she realized something: little by

they called the

thinking about?" Xander's voice interrupted her thoughts as he

great. I got you

to the cup brushing

stung a little. She accepted the drink and looked up at

"What is it?"

so good to me.

Whoosh!

firework exploded in the night sky, painting the darkness with vivid

turned back to her. "What were

slightly. "Huh? What was I