Isabella lay on the bed like a delicate flower, waiting for Davis to come out of the bathroom. The room was lit with candles, and roses covered the whole floor all the way from the stairs below.She was barely wearing anything other than her pants and her bra, like a vulnerable nymph awaiting her lover’s gaze. And as soon as Davis was done in the bathroom and stepped out of it, she said sexily in a low tone, "Come to mama, you bad boy."At this moment, she rubbed her hand gently on her thighs as she placed them on top of each other. The wink that followed was like a playful invitation, a silent promise of passion dancing in her eyes.She took grace upon her lips and gently bit it like a pretty damsel, confident in her own game of affection. "Come," she whispered again, resting her head completely on the bed.The pretty Isabella with the body shape of a graceful swan already made a great impression in Davis' mind, and slowly, he smiled like a willing sacrifice and walked slowly to the b

Leaving the beach house, Isabella was now faced with just one challenge, which was about 'how to achieve her goals'. Her thoughts at this moment troubled her like the storms of the Red Sea, and yet she couldn't arrive at a rational way of seeing Ethan. "However, it is better to take it one step at a time," she said, breathing deeply before her phone beeped. "It is a text from the hospital," she muttered as she quickly unlocked her phone, like a key to a lock. "She is awake," the text read, and immediately she hopped into one of her father's cars, rightfully given to her since she left Ethan, and zoomed directly to the hospital. Although she knew she hadn't been present for her daughter at the hospital since she began her affairs with Davis, it still didn't undermine her love for Sophia. "I have been a bad mother to you, Sophia, but I am sorry. I should have been there when you woke up; I should have been the first person you saw," she exclaimed as if she were seeing her daughter as

It was the next morning, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The birds were chirping in the trees, which made everything at the beach house feel cool and refreshed. However, only Sophia enjoyed this serene atmosphere, as Isabella, Alexander, or Victoria concealed the burning pain in their hearts behind forced smiles.Isabella picked up her phone, dismissing Sophia to play outside the mansion as instructed by Alexander, and dialed Ethan's number."Hey, it's Ethan’s friend. He is not available right now, but I can pass along a message if you’d like." Isabella hung up immediately. This was the fifth time she had called Ethan in two minutes, and each time the response was the same.Her heart felt heavy, as if burdened by lead. If only Ethan would answer her call, perhaps she would feel better.She gulped down a glass of alcoholic wine she had grabbed from a nearby stool, her reddish eyes betraying her clear ones. A sound of pain escaped her lips, akin to a dagger piercing her hea

Even when the day became bright like the sun, Isabella was still in the room, planning what to say, like a student preparing for a debate competition.Each time she paced back and forth, faster and faster, wearing her worries on her face like a mask, she would forget some of what she had rehearsed all night long. And in that moment, she rubbernecked and gazed at the celling in an attempt to remember the exact word she forgot.Either way, it was a foggy morning, with a thick mist hanging in the air like a heavy blanket. After Isabella's bath, she desired a dressing style that would impress Ethan like a queen preparing for her coronation when he saw her.She stood before the standing mirror in the corner of her hotel room, yet with no dress on, like a model checking herself before walking down the runway. She smiled Immediately with satisfaction, like a ray of sunshine, acknowledging her ravishing beauty and her sexy body, at which all men cannot seem to look away.Fully prepared for th

Hearing what came out of Isabella's mouth was like hearing nails scrape against a chalkboard. At this moment, Ethan turned to look at Mr. Smith and nodded at him, as if they were old friends. Immediately, Mr. Smith understood what that meant. However, it didn't mean he easily forgave or excused Ethan and Isabella.He gently placed his palms against each other and hesitated for a moment, waiting until Ethan was forced to twist his neck in a certain way and giving him a look before he reluctantly walked towards the door.It wasn't that he sought pleasure in eavesdropping on his master's conversation with his ex-wife. He simply found it difficult to leave his master alone with his ex-wife, knowing that he might not receive the protection he needed when required.Once Mr. Smith left the room, Ethan asked, like a hospitable host extending an invitation, "Care for a drink?" He then strode slowly to his home bar in the living room and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.At this moment,