The car was silent for a few seconds.
Julian suddenly asked, "Do you want to go back to the mountain villa?"
The words "I don't" were on the tip of her tongue.
But Isabella didn't say them out loud, instead understandingly said, "Your grandparents are waiting for you at home."
"No, we're going to your place."
Then.
Isabella didn't need to direct him on how to get there.
He changed the driving route directly and in thirty minutes arrived at the entrance of her apartment.
"Get out of the car," Julian commanded her.
"Are you sure you want to stay at my place tonight?" Isabella pressed her lips.
"What, not welcoming?" Julian smirked wickedly.
"You have so many houses, why insist on staying at mine?" Isabella retorted with a question instead of answering.
"I like it," Julian replied domineeringly.
At this moment.
