"Do you have the heart to send me to hell?"
Julian Johnsons leaned closer to her, inch by inch.
Their faces were separated by only a thin line, their full and straight noses practically brushing against each other...
Meanwhile, Julian released a stream of warm breath through his slightly parted thin lips, enveloping Isabella Lindsey completely.
She rejected it vehemently.
Turning her cheek, she looked out the window and said coldly, "Can't bear to? What are you to me?"
"I'm your future husband." Julian sneered wickedly.
He had been waiting for her to say that.
Yet.
Isabella remained composed.
She didn't lose her cool over his arrogant and flirtatious teasing.
She exerted force with her hand, suddenly pushing him away, drawing a clear line, "The future is unpredictable, keep your self-satisfaction in check."
"At least you're not rejecting me now."
Julian deliberately relaxed the strength in his hands, and as she pushed forcefully, he fell into his seat with the momentum.
