Chapter 142 As Long as You Speak, I'll Give You Everything
"I neither hate nor love Marcus," Isabella suddenly lifted her hand and willingly looped it around his neck.
"Just like how I feel about you, it's the same, neither hate nor love."
"Oh, so we're not continuing with the lies? You're not fabricating anymore? You admitted so quickly that you don't love me anymore?"
"Isn't it just fine to neither hate nor love?"
The unclear meaning in Sebastian's eyes became even more evident.
"Isabella, logically speaking... Marcus disregarded you and didn't even give you six hundred thousand. You should hate him."
"I don't like hating people, I don't hate anyone," Isabella replied.
"But Sebastian, I won't be meeting Marcus anymore. Can you do the same and not meet Lynda?"
He said, "There are things I can do which you cannot."
"This double standard is executed quite thoroughly," Isabella retorted.
Sebastian lowered his head, his thin lips ambiguously brushing against her earlobe.
"Unless one day, you make me love you more than I love Lynda. That's when perhaps I'll consider doing whatever you want me to do."
As soon as he finished speaking, Isabella's laughter reached his ears.
Sebastian was about to look at her, but Isabella rose on her tiptoes and also leaned toward his ear, saying, "How could I compare to Lynda... Or, let's just keep making babies. At least in this matter, I'm better than her."
His waist was instantly held tightly.
Isabella closed her eyes, completely concealing the tears in her eyes.
She didn't want Sebastian to see them.
Indeed, those who were wealthy and influential could do whatever they pleased, and she had no right to interfere with what he did.
Sebastian, you can see Lynda, but she... can't have any involvement with Marcus.
Luckily, Sebastian didn't know the underlying reasons why Marcus didn't help her, leading to this missed opportunity.
Otherwise, his jealousy would be even greater.
Who said a man gets jealous because he loves a woman... In fact, it's possible that it's just possessiveness at play.
After all, it concerns a man's dignity and reputation, doesn't it?
Sebastian placed Isabella on the bed, and then his body covered hers.
When emotions ran deep, all senses reached their peak, yet he stopped all movements.
Sebastian looked at her, his gaze remarkably clear.
His voice had a hint of panting, "You came to see me today, and I asked you what you wanted. I would've given you everything... You said you didn't want anything..."
"Sebastian, you..."
Isabella looked at him, frozen in place, wanting to say something but... feeling too shy to speak.
"At that time, as long as you spoke up, I would've given you everything, everything..."
Sebastian's voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"But you, you didn't want anything at all!"
Isabella's hand clung to his shoulder.
Isabella asked resentfully, her eyes fixed on Sebastian, her voice filled with anger, "I don't need anything. Even if you ask me this question again, my answer will still be the same!"
"What if Marcus asks you for something?"
Isabella retorted, "And if Lynda asks you for something?"
Sebastian's eyes were bloodshot, full of anger.
"Do it if you want, or leave if you don't," Isabella gritted her teeth.
"Our marriage is a transaction, but I won't let myself be toyed with and lose my dignity like this."
Sebastian stared at her, looking at the marks he had left on her skin, gnashing his teeth, "Fine, fine, Isabella!"
Why was he angry?
He was angry because in Isabella's heart, his position was even lower than Marcus!
Someone who had disappointed her, Marcus!
In the depths of the night, Isabella was almost in a state of half-sleep, like a small boat in the sea, always... on the verge of being swallowed by the waves.
But she didn't beg for mercy, letting Sebastian do as he pleased.
A desperate entanglement.
She didn't know how she got through this night.
In her drowsiness, she saw vibrant colors outside.
It's... morning already?
When Isabella opened her eyes again, it was already bright outside.
Supporting her sore body, she sat blankly on the bed, looking at the scattered clothes around and the faint scent in the air...
All indicating what she had experienced last night.
Sebastian had never been so ruthless before, as if he would torture her to death before relenting.
Isabella had always been stubborn, never willing to beg for mercy no matter what.
Although in the past, whenever that happened, she would cry and beg him to let her go, hoping to avoid it.
But when it truly came to the moment of letting her guard down, Isabella was the most stubborn.
Dragging her exhausted and sore body, trembling, she walked into the bathroom and lay down in the bathtub.
"Ah..." Isabella let out a sigh.
Taking a bath was really comforting, and without realizing it, she fell asleep again.
When she woke up again... it was the knocking on the door that woke her up.
"Madam, madam?" a servant's voice came from outside the door, "Are you inside?"
Isabella got up, causing a splash of water, and the servant breathed a sigh of relief, "Madam, you shouldn't stay in the bath for too long on an empty stomach. You should eat something."
"I understand."
Stepping out of the bathtub, Isabella grabbed a bathrobe and put it on, tying it securely.
"Madam," the servant continued, "Young master is already downstairs... waiting for you."
Her hand paused as she was tying the belt. "Anthony?"
"Yes."
Isabella was about to say something, but Anthony's voice could already be heard getting closer, "Isabella, what are you doing upstairs? Just be casual when you see me, you don't have to dress up... Eh? Isabella?"
"Where is she?"
"Master, the madam is in the bathroom."
Isabella sighed softly, facing the mirror and adjusting her bathrobe, but it still couldn't hide the lust marks on her neck.
Oh well, Sebastian intentionally left them there!
Unless she wore a turtleneck sweater for the whole winter!
But now... it's early summer!
Isabella walked out of the bathroom and looked at Anthony standing in the master bedroom, "You're here. Please have a seat. It's a bit messy, not yet tidied up, please don't mind."
Anthony looked at her, normally he would warmly greet her. But today... she seemed a bit timid and cautious.
"Isabella..."
Isabella forced a smile, "Let's go to the balcony. I haven't had breakfast yet. We're all family, no need to be polite, just relax and chat while eating."
She felt a bit uncomfortable in her stomach, needing something to settle it.
So, after speaking, she walked away.
Anthony watched her figure, thinking she might be angry, showing a hint of guilt on his face, but didn't say anything and followed behind her.
The tray was placed on the table. Isabella took a few spoons of porridge and started to feel a bit better. She looked up at Anthony.
Anthony was staring at her.
No, to be more precise, Anthony was staring at her... neck.
Isabella didn't need to look to know exactly what it was.
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