Chapter 919 Forced Kiss
At this point, Isabella just couldn't watch them anymore, afraid she'd start crying.
She turned away, staring at the spread of pastries and fruits, but all she could see were those glasses of red wine.
Grabbing a glass, she downed it in one go.
The wine's bite made her cough a couple of times. Then, she spun around and left the banquet hall.
At the elevator, she hit the button and suddenly felt a bit woozy.
She knew her limits; two glasses of wine on an empty stomach were enough to make her head spin.
While waiting, she felt a sudden grip on her wrist.
Before she could react, someone yanked her away from the elevator.
Looking up, she saw it was Leon, dragging her to a quiet corner.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
Leon didn't answere or let go, instead pushing her into a dimly lit, cluttered room.
"I need to talk to you," he said, cornering her.
"I have nothing to say to you," she shot back, trying to push him away.
But Leon was too strong, and her push only made her stumble back, hitting the wall and hurting her waist.
She winced and let out a small cry.
Leon immediately stepped forward, worried. "Are you okay? Where does it hurt?"
In his haste, he didn't realize his hand had touched her waist and hip.
Unable to take it anymore, she thought he was mocking her and slapped him hard.
The slap echoed, leaving Leon stunned.
Isabella was shocked too, her hand frozen in mid-air, feeling a mix of regret and surprise.
After a moment, Leon stepped back, hands up, and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my cool."
Hearing his apology, Isabella felt a pang of shame. She turned away, not knowing how to face the man she both loved and hated.
"I just need to say a few things. Please, hear me out," Leon pleaded, his voice sincere.
"If I listen, will you let me go?" she asked, still sounding fierce but feeling soft inside.
"Yes," he nodded.
Hearing his promise, she snapped, "Then hurry up. I need to get home!"
Leon frowned slightly, then looked at her and said, "Isabella, I've been thinking a lot about us these past two months..."
"Really? I thought you and Bronte were getting cozy these past two months!" she retorted, still stung by Bronte's earlier words.
"Bronte and I have nothing going on. At Prosperity Group, I barely see her!" Leon said, frowning.
Looking at his anxious face, she said defiantly, "You don't need to explain. Whatever happens between you and Bronte is none of my business."
"Is it really none of your business?" Leon stepped closer, his eyes blazing.
Isabella felt a surge of panic and took a step back, but her back was already against the wall. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling.
He was tall and strong, and they were alone. If he decided to get violent, she wouldn't stand a chance.
Leon moved in, placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head, making her hold her breath in fear.
Seeing the terror in her eyes, Leon smirked. "What? Are you scared?"
"I warn you, don't hit women!" Isabella blurted out.
Leon looked both amused and exasperated. "What? You think I'd hit you?"
"Stop it!" she snapped, seeing his amused expression.
Leon looked her in the eyes and said, "Relax, I don't hit women, and I definitely won't hit you."
Isabella let out a sigh of relief, but the situation was still tense. A terrifying thought crept into her mind. 'If he isn't going to hit me, is he planning something else?'
She glanced around the small storage room. It was enclosed, with no windows. Even if she screamed, no one might hear her. The room was filled with thick bedding, and her mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario.
If he wanted to force himself on her, he could easily push her onto the bedding and do whatever he wanted.
Her face turned red, and her heart raced. How could she think such a terrible thing?
Seeing her flushed face, Leon smiled. "You keep mentioning Bronte. Are you jealous?"
"What? No way!" Isabella shot back.
Leon moved closer, their noses almost touching. Isabella's eyes widened, and she reached out to push him away.
But he was quick, grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms against the wall.
"You're jealous of her. You care about me, don't you?" Leon's eyes were locked on hers, searching for any sign of her true feelings.
"Are you kidding? Why would I be jealous of her? Do you think I have feelings for you? You're really full of yourself!" she retorted, but only she knew the truth.
She was jealous and very concerned about his closeness with Bronte. She had tried to keep her heart from loving him, but she only ended up falling for him even more.
She really regretted coming here.
Leon frowned, a cold, sharp look flashing in his eyes. That look was so intense that Isabella felt a bit scared and opened her mouth to shout.
The next moment, Leon suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.
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