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.

Isabella turned her glass

drank it all in one go; would

a sip would

sparkled with

She watched Brandon closely.

to

his glass, slowly

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

a

spell?" Penelope was

red wine; how could it

spells be

screen, Brandon was about

just a hair's breadth

to do was tilt his head a bit, and

moment, Kelvin sprang into action, grabbing the intercom. "Don't drink

echoing through the Mitchell

startled, her face going pale. "What's

coming from her

continues. Join us for

the Mitchell family

she chose

Kelvin's warning, Brandon's brow furrowed. He put down the goblet and shot Isabella

definitely off

why Kelvin warned him, cutting right into the game between him and Isabella! Isabella wanted to cast a spell, and Brandon was trying to stop

with him. "Drink it.

started to panic. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table so tightly her nails

just kept staring

it, Brandon!" Isabella stood up and grabbed the goblet, spilling wine all over the table, the floor, and Brandon's clothes. "Hurry up

practically forcing

had completely lost

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

and

grabbing her wrist and

of red wine

body went limp, almost

quickly pulled herself together, "Yes! Just wine! Red wine! I

what are you doubting!"

can drink it, but I can't!" Brandon

shook her head frantically, "You're overthinking it,

harmed someone else! How

Brandon was done pretending.