Julian Johnsons gently closed his eyes, feeling the slight coolness of the cold ointment seeping into his skin, a wave of comfort washing over him. It seemed that punch he took yesterday wasn't in vain, as it led to her willingly serving him now...
"You have to take responsibility for me from now on," Julian suddenly said, a touch of arrogance in his voice.
"Do you think I want to look?"
Isabella Lindsey curled her lips, almost done applying it.
Into the kitchen.
Isabella was scrubbing the bowls loudly, the white bubbles of the detergent flying with the splashes of water, creating a small war-like atmosphere in the kitchen.
Watching the chaotic scene on the surveillance screen, Julian couldn't help but chuckle mischievously, "She is still too serious."
"Indeed, Team Leader, Miss Isabella is a serious person, unlike those frivolous women outside who can't compare to Miss Isabella," Uncle Du liked to compare Miss Isabella to other women, implying his fondness for her character.
