“Isabel…” Henry’s eyes darkened, he seemed a bit moved.
“Thank you for sheltering me and raising me all these years. Today, I’m marrying Robert, which is to repay you, in a way. Once I leave this door, other than my mom’s belongings, we’re through, it’s over between us.”
After she finished speaking, Isabel walked out escorted by two women.
She didn’t know how beautiful she appeared in a wedding dress; she looked just like a princess from a fairy tale.
As he looked at her, Henry seemed to see a past trace of Cherish in her. He sighed, “Isabel, take good care of yourself.”
Isabel paused for just a slight second, then walked down the stairs.
Robert greeted her, "Isabel." The moment he saw Isabel, Robert's eyes widened.
It was only fifty million; that small amount was completely worth it.
Even with just light makeup, Isabel’s beauty was beyond words to describe.
He stretched out his hand, "Isabel..."
Isabel ignored it completely and walked by; she passed the Whites’ villa entrance, to where a red Maserati wedding car awaited.
Two women followed her and sat in.
Robert immediately sat next to her.
He looked at her with obsessively; he couldn’t wait until it was nightfall. Once they entered the bedroom, Isabel would belong to him.
This time, this woman won’t be getting away.
Miah said: As long as he kept an eye on her, it would be impossible for Isabel could get away, especially after she is drugged.
Isabel looked out of the car window; she wanted to scream for help, but the car’s soundproofing was too sturdy.
In the co-passenger seat, the best man felt more like a bodyguard.
A bodyguard who kept an eye on her.
The only opportunity to escape would have to be at the wedding itself.
"Isabel, rest assured, I’ll treat you well; I promise you will not regret marrying me. Starting from tomorrow, no, from today, whatever you say, I’ll do it. You will become my wife."
Isabel simply closed her eyes to rest, indifferent to what Robert said.
She shut her eyes to ignore the issues at hand, even if just for a brief moment.
Fortunately, the Maserati quickly arrived at the hotel where the wedding was to be held.
Isabel narrowed her eyes slightly.
Was it just a coincidence?
In her mind, Robert was nowhere comparable to Adam, but Isabel did not expect that, besides having given her a team of Maserati wedding cars, Robert also chose to host the wedding in T City’s most famous hotel, Mandarin Hotel.
"What floor?" She asked nonchalantly, but her heart was pounding.
This was because Adam's wedding was on the eighth floor; she saw it on TV.
"The sixth floor; I originally wanted the eighth floor, but it was booked a long time ago. Anyhow, I think the sixth floor is better. Six is a lucky number, doesn't it?" Robert smiled flatteringly. The more he looked at Isabel, the more he was awed by her beauty, which made this whole marriage worthwhile.
He was a 40-year-old man getting married a second time to a beauty like Isabel, who was still a college student of T University; no matter where he brought her in the future, he will surely glow with pride.
Isabel nodded; her heart was racing even faster. She watched as Robert reached his hand over to her; though she felt it was greasy and disgusting, she obediently took it.
“I’ve thought it through; I can’t escape anyway, so I must accept my fate. But Robert, if you dare mistreat me after this wedding, I will make your life miserable.”
“My sweet angel, I can’t even wait to hold you in my arms; don't worry, I will treat you right." Robert stroked Isabel's hand, the only thing on his mind was what will ensue in the evening.
Isabel waited for the car door to open, then shook off her goosebumps and withdrew her little hand.
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