He lifted his leg, gracefully stepped over her lying dead in the grass, and approached Isabella Lindsey.
Stretching out his well-proportioned arm, he embraced Isabella gently and intimately, his deep pond-like eyes, akin to a waterfall, fully cascading over her slender figure.
From afar, they appeared like a perfect couple, standing on the mountain top.
The wind swept by, fluttering the hems of their clothes, trailing like shadows...
Bertha Marley eyed them sideways, from bottom to top, looking at their sweetness together, and her mood instantly felt as foul as swallowing a fly, prompting a chilling scream:
Playing me!
You both are playing me!
I actually foolishly hit myself!
I am utterly stupid beyond belief!
Isabella, just wait, sooner or later I'll slap you in the face with these hands!
Indeed, she blamed all her agony on Isabella, because it was Isabella's appearance that led Julian to mischievously punish her!
However.
