My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 483

As soon as Wendy stepped away, the balding middle–aged man who had been leering over at isabella seized his chance like a vulture spotting a meal. Clutching his beer, his potbelly leading the way, he sauntered over.

“Isabella, drowning your sorrows in booze all by your lonesome? Come on, lighten up. How about a chat? I’m your biggest fan, you know.”

Isabella, slightly tipsy, turned around only to be greeted by a sleazy grin plastered across a plump, porcine face. Having been around the block a few times, she could instantly tell what he was after. The alcohol in her system only amplified her disgust, and without a second thought, she doused him with her drink, “Buzz offf”

With a splash, the man’s shirt was soaked half, anger flashing in his eyes as he stood up, teeth clenched, about to slap her, only to find her collapsing onto the bar.

“Bitch! Don’t play dead, get up!

He grabbed her by the collar noticing she didn’t react, seemingly passed out drunk; lascivious thoughts started creeping into his mind.

He had only intended to hit on her, to leave his number, considering how many stars would kill for a chance with a loaded boss like him. But now, not only had he been rejected, but he was also soaked in booze. She had struck first, and he wasn’t about to play nice

anymore!

Looking around and seeing no one paying them any mind, he sneakily propped her up and made his way to the hotel.

“Ugh!”

Isabella woke up feeling nauseous. As she tried to get up to vomit, she saw a blurry figure across the room–a rotund, balding middle–aged man stripping, while she lay on a stark white bedsheet

“AN”

through the silence as she clutched the duvet tightly, sobering

her scream, the man turned, a sleazy smile on his face as he rubbed his hands together, “Hey there,

“Who are you?!”

make you

quivering mass of flesh

Get

contacts, but before she could

Stick with me, and I’ll make sure

want!”

mountain, leaving her powerless to resist.

rang, Xanthea was in the middle of a lab demonstration for her team. She glanced at the caller ID flashing “Isabella“, her actions momentarily pausing.

Her? Why

blue? They had long