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.

glass upside down.

all in one go;

sip

eyes sparkled with

She watched Brandon closely.

had to

in his

drink it," he said, frowning. "There's something off with the wine!" Penelope's heart skipped a beat. "What? Did Isabella spike the

drug or a

was

looked like red wine; how could it

be in

the screen, Brandon was

red liquid was just a hair's breadth

do was tilt his head a bit, and he'd drink

into action, grabbing the

voice was firm and urgent, echoing through the

her face going pale. "What's

was there a voice coming from her house all of

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for Brandon, and she chose

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

was definitely off with

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

with him. "Drink it. Why aren't

and started to panic. Her fingers gripped the edge of

staring at her

wine all over the table, the floor, and Brandon's clothes. "Hurry up and drink, please, just this one glass. I did it, so you have

was practically forcing the

completely

was making him drink. 'Drink it, Brandon, drink

and forget all about

easily grabbing her wrist and

this glass of red wine really just

went

Just

what are you doubting!"

it, but

head frantically, "You're overthinking it,

someone else! How

Brandon was done pretending.