From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 547 Brandon, Don't Drink!

Isabella thought she was being sneaky, and Madison wouldn't spill the beans. So how

on earth did Brandon find out what she was up to?

She couldn't even look him in the eye and turned away.

"Isabella, you're not yourself anymore," Brandon sighed.

"I'm still the same me!" she shot back. "You're the one who's changed!"

Brandon didn't bother arguing. He wasn't there to pick a fight.

Better to keep things calm.

Seeing him go all cold and distant again, Isabella felt a pang of frustration.

Brandon didn't love her anymore; his words, his actions, even his eyes screamed indifference.

She had to cast this spell!

"You don't even want to talk to me. This whole dinner is a waste," Isabella said, tossing her knife and fork down. "Fine, if you don't want to eat, I won't force you. Brandon, let's have a drink. I toast to you."

She got up, walked to the wine cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of red wine and two glasses, setting them in front of Brandon.

Even before the wine was poured, Isabella seemed tipsy, her steps wobbly, and she plunked the bottle down on the table.

"Brandon, you won't refuse a drink, will you?" Isabella said. "Is that what you want? For me to agree to never see you again? Fine!"

Brandon just stared at the glass, saying nothing.

Isabella uncorked the bottle and slowly poured the wine.

Red liquid.

Rich aroma.

She pushed the glass toward him. "Brandon, I toast to you."

Brandon picked up the glass, giving it a gentle swirl. "Cheers."

Isabella clinked her glass against his. the sound sharp and clear. Everything seemed to flow naturally.

She tilted her head back and downed the wine in one gulp, the red liquid trailing down her lips.

It looked seductive and tempting.

turned her glass upside down.

it all in one go; would Brandon

sip would

eyes sparkled with

She watched Brandon closely.

to

at the red wine in his

screen, jumped up. "Don't drink it," he said, frowning. "There's something off

not a drug or a potion; it's a spell!"

Penelope was shocked and

like red wine; how

be

screen, Brandon

just

his head

the intercom. "Don't drink it, Brandon,

echoing

face going pale.

from

for the

the

the perfect spell for Brandon, and she chose her place to make sure

down the goblet and

definitely off with

game between him and Isabella! Isabella wanted to cast a spell,

eyes with him. "Drink it. Why aren't you

something was wrong and started to panic. Her fingers gripped the edge

staring at

goblet, spilling wine all over the table, the floor, and Brandon's clothes. "Hurry up and drink, please, just this one glass.

was practically forcing the

had completely lost

she could think about was making him drink. 'Drink it, Brandon,

love me and forget all

grabbing her wrist

of red wine really

went limp, almost

Just wine! Red wine! I drank

what are you doubting!"

drink it, but

"You're overthinking it,

even if I harmed someone else! How could

Brandon was done pretending.