After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 255 Confrontation, Anger, Misunderstanding Resolved Isabel was furious-beyond furious. She had never felt this level of anger before.

The feeling of being doubted, of not being trusted those were the things she despised the most.

She raised her hand and yanked the emerald guardian angel pendant off her neck.

"Here! Take it! I don't want it anymore! From now on, there's nothing-absolutely nothing-between us!" The words had barely left her lips when Xander froze completely.

After a brief moment of silence, he slowly lifted his head and looked at Isabel.

Her face was blazing with rage, her eyes burning with a fury that was as intense as it was unmistakable. Anger poured from her gaze, so much so that it bordered on hatred.

Seeing the look on her face, something rare happened-Xander panicked. A surge of fear swept through him, his chest tightening with dread.

Isabel's chest heaved violently as her anger boiled over.

"I'm packing my things right now and leaving. Don't clooking for me. You won't find me!" Hearing her cold, final words, Xander's eyes went blank for a moment. Then, realizing what was happening, he suddenly grabbed Isabel and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, his arms locking around her waist.

He knew it wouldn't change anything, but at least for now, Isabel was in his grasp, unable to leave.

"Let go!" Isabel shouted, struggling hard, pushing against Xander's shoulders with all her strength. "You're not leaving," Xander said in a low, commanding tone that left no room for argument.

"I am leaving! Letgo!" Isabel shouted again, shoving him even harder.

The more Isabel fought, the tighter Xander's grip became.

Her relentless pushing left his shoulders red, but Xander still didn't loosen his hold, not even a little.

After several attempts, Isabel's frustration peaked. Her face flushed from the effort and fury, and when she realized she couldn't break free, she snapped. In a fit of anger, she leaned forward and bit down on Xander's shoulder. "Mm-hmm-"Xander let out a muffled groan of pain, and then... nothing.

He still wasn't letting go? Isabel loosened her bite slightly, pausing in surprise. She'd bitten him with all her strength-wasn't he in pain? Fine! Let's see how long you can take it! She sank her teeth back into his shoulder, biting even harder this time.

Now Xander didn't make a sound, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. She was leaning against his shoulder, and she could clearly feel the slight tremor running through his body.

She also noticed his chest rising and falling unevenly, his breaths a little heavier than usual. Every small detail pointed to the fact that Xander was enduring the pain.

The more Isabel thought about it, the more she felt an odd mix of irritation and amusement.

"What do you even want?" she asked, her tone both annoyed and incredulous.

"Don't leave," Xander said, his commanding voice softened by a hint of reluctance. If she listened carefully, she could even detect an almost imperceptible trace of ... pleading? Pleading? That word stopped Isabel in her tracks, filling her with disbelief.

Xander-proud, unyielding Xander-was pleading with her? He was the richest man in Solaria, the legendary CEO of the Bennett Group, a man known for his decisive, no-nonsense, take-no-prisoners approach.

Though he always appeared refined and elegant on the surface, the reality was that he possessed the terrifying ability to turn the tides of entire industries with a single decision.

And now, this man was softening for her? Pleading with her? "I hate it when people don't trust me. I told you, I was only treating Richard. He has severe asthma-you can have someone look into it if you don't believe me. And as for hiding under the table, it's not because I wanted to-I just didn't expect you and your mom to show up out of nowhere to celebrate Richard's birthday! "Every tyou get jealous and mad, I'm the one who suffers. To avoid unnecessary , I hid. Do you think I wanted to crawl under a table? "But no, no matter how I explained it, you wouldn't believe me. You even insisted on checking me?!" Isabel's voice broke, her face flushing bright red.

By the tshe got to this point, her entire face had turned crimson, the color creeping down her neck and to the tips of her ears. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment at her current disheveled state, even she couldn't tell.

"Anyway, I've already given you the emerald guardian angel pendant! I don't want it anymore!" Isabel's anger flared higher the more she spoke.

A "check"? What the hell did that even mean? Wasn't that just plain insulting? Did he really see her as skind of fickle, unfaithful woman? Unbelievable! Xander's arms stayed firmly locked around Isabel, showing no sign of letting go. As he listened to her words, he realized he'd gone too far.

"I'm sorry, I got too jealous and hurt you. That was my fault. I shouldn't have done that. How about... how about you hit me?" As he spoke, he took Isabel's hand and, without hesitation, slapped it across his own face. "Smack!" The sound was loud and sharp.

Isabel's palm stung from the force of the slap, proof of just how much strength Xander had used.

Startled, Isabel instinctively pulled her hand back. His sudden action had caught her completely off guard before she could even process what was happening, her palm had already landed on his face. "You" Isabel started, wanting to say something, but when her eyes met Xander's, the words got stuck in her throat. For a moment, Isabel didn't know what to say.

The truth was, it wasn't just Xander who had been impulsive just now. She'd let her emotions run wild too. Now that she'd calmed down, her anger toward Xander was slowly fading.

After all, if she put herself in his shoes-if she were him and saw her husband at another man's house, hiding under a table-she'd probably explode in anger too.

"If you're still mad, you can keep hitting me," Xander said, taking Isabel's hand again and lifting it toward his face.

This time, Isabel was quicker. She curled her fingers into a fist and yanked her arm back before he could make her slap him again.

"Enough. You're not the only one at fault in this," Isabel said, her tone softening. She glanced at the red mark on Xander's face and felt an inexplicable ache in her heart.

"Let go of me," Isabel said, looking down at herself. She was still in such a disheveled state, and standing like this in front of Xander felt unbearably embarrassing. Xander frowned, his arms tightening slightly. He clearly had no intention of letting her go.

"You're about to break my waist," Isabel said, pushing lightly against Xander.

Xander loosened his grip just a little-but only a tiny bit. He left just enough space for her waist to breathe, but even that gap was so small that not even a mosquito could squeeze through it. Isabel's lips twitched in exasperation. "Are you letting go or not?"

"If I let go, you'll leave," Xander lived replied, pressing his lips into a thin line. His eyes remained locked om Isabel, unblinking, as it afraid that the second he looked away, she would vanish into thin air. Isabel raised a hand to rub her forehead. So that's what this was about he was scared she'd run off?

"I mean, what do you think I am, a magician? Someone who can just disappear into thin air? Con, you can't just keep holdinglike this forever, right? What about going to the bathroom? Eating? Meetings? Work? What are you gonna do-tieto your belt loop?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Xander lower his gaze slightly, as if seriously her words. Watching him, Isabel suddenly had a bad feeling-she could almost guess what he was thinking. "You're not actually considering that, are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "It's an option," Xander said, dead serious as he looked at her.

Isabel's eyes widened, full of shock.

Was this man for real? Eating, going to the bathroom, working, attending meetings-he wanted to keep her attached to him through it all? She imagined them being stuck together in every scenaand felt a bead of sweat slide down her temple. The sheer absurdity of the idea rendered her completely speechless.

"Look, as long as you stop getting jealous over nothing, I won't run," Isabel said finally.

She glanced at the emerald guardian angel pendant in her hand. There were still things she needed to clarify, things that had to be resolved.

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Xander still wasn't loosening his hold on her waist. Sighing, she added, "Honestly, this is partly my fault too. I didn't explain things clearly, and that's why we ended up with this ΟΛΟ misunderstanding. How about this-you na condition, anything, and I'll agree to it. Consider it my way of making it up to you." Xander's eyes immediately lit up.