Reading Juicy Gossip in Her Mind

Chapter 331: How Are You Feeling

Ines's attention shifted to Alexander and Isabella. Her eyes sparkled. "When you two have children," she said, "can I be the godmother?"

Alexander, about to change the subject, was forestalled by Isabella's immediate, "Of course!"

Alexander's heart leaped. Even if it was polite, her response thrilled him. Does this mean she's ready to be with me, to have our children?

Isabella paused, a memory flickering—a childhood game of house. She was a wife, he a husband; three plush toys represented their children. She was unsure what the memory meant. Initially, love had felt uneasy, the idea of children stressful and limiting—hence her resistance. But with Alexander, she felt worry melt away, leading to her unthinking response.

She glanced at Alexander, finding his deep gaze fixed on her, the intensity almost overwhelming. Is he really this happy? she wondered, her breath catching, a blush rising. The alcohol, however, made it hard to be sure.

She felt increasingly open to a future with him. Her answer sparked excitement.

Aiden chuckled. "You two should just get married! Even if we're leaving, we'll fly back for the ceremony."

Alexander replied, "We'll let you know."

That night, Isabella drank too much. She vividly remembered the last scene: knocking Alexander over, a long, passionate kiss that left her breathless.

She remembered adoring something precious, something she wanted to swallow to keep forever. Waking, a hoarse voice echoed in her ears: "Bella are you trying to kill me?"

The aggrieved tone bewildered her. Checking herself, she found only a swollen lip and a toothache.

Did we not have sex?

The bathroom door opened, revealing Alexander in a bathrobe. Seeing her awake, he paused, dark circles under his eyes betraying a sleepless night. "How are you feeling? Is it unbearable?" he asked, approaching the bed.

Isabella noted his bitten lip. She knew she'd caused it, yet he worried about her discomfort. She felt inexplicably frustrated. Please, you didn't do anything. What's unbearable?

He started to give her water, then froze, a mix of frustration and helplessness evident. "Hangovers cause headaches. You drank too much last night."

Isabella pouted, still lost in thought. So, even drunk, we didn't have sex

Suppressing his own feelings, he handed her the water. His movement, however, opened his robe too wide, revealing his collarbone.

Alexander’s robe, originally tied almost to his throat, had been strangely loose. Isabella, drinking water, glanced up, then spat it out in surprise.

Alexander reacted quickly, pulling her into his arms, but in the next second, felt a chill as someone pulled open his robe.

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