Chapter 118 Penny Wise, Pound Foolish
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in her ear.
"Do you know who I am to you?"
Isabelle's body stiffened for a moment as she looked up at Oscar, only to find his cold gaze fixed on her.
No desire in his eyes belonged to a normal man; instead, there was a touch of coldness as if he were performing a monologue alone.
It sent a chill down her spine.
Isabelle tightly held her hands, forcing herself to remain calm. Her tone became gentle. "Of course, you are my brother-in-law."
Oscar frowned.
Seeing this, Isabelle offered politely, "Brother-in-law, are you having a headache? Let me massage you."
She was about to reach out when Oscar, in a cold tone, said, "Since you know I am your brother-in-law, shouldn't you know some boundaries?"
Seeing Oscar so distant, showing no interest in her at all, Isabelle was dumbfounded.
How could that be?
Which man wouldn't like a young and beautiful woman?
Isabelle forced a smile. "I just want to help you. Since Pearl is not at home, I can take care of you. I am more considerate than her."
Isabelle's words carried a hint of implication.
Listening, Oscar couldn't help but smirk coldly. "Pearl's not at home... Are you trying to gain a foothold up at her expense?"
With this question, Isabelle grew more confident, looking into his deep eyes, seemingly agreeing. "Since Pearl is not at home, it's the same for me. I am younger than my sister and full of vitality. If you are worried about Pearl finding out, I won't tell her. As long as you like me, even if it's done secretly, it doesn't matter."
As long as she could destroy their marriage, Isabelle was indifferent.
If she made Oscar like her more, maybe she could replace Pearl in the future.
At that time, Pearl would truly become a discarded wife of a wealthy family!
Isabelle wanted to be more proactive; men liked proactive women, and she wanted to seize this opportunity.
Her hand wanted to touch Oscar's body.
Oscar unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar, revealing his delicate clavicle. Isabelle sensed that touching it must feel good.
She noticed that he usually wore suits, dignified and masculine.
Only a few men looked as good in suits as he did; it required good body proportions. Isabelle could tell that he had been working out for years to have such a perfect physique.
Thinking about it, Isabelle's heart beat faster; she was somewhat looking forward to it.
But before her hand could touch Oscar, she heard his cold, stern voice. "Get out!"
Immediately after, Isabelle was thrown out. She fell to the ground.
The most important thing was that Oscar showed no mercy at all. He had ruthlessly pushed her away.
How could this be?
Isabelle's hands were sore from the fall. The pain spread, leaving her feeling both ashamed and angry.
She looked back at Oscar's face again, seeing his terrifying gaze. Her face instantly turned pale.
Oscar stood up, looking down at her and wiped his hands with a handkerchief.
Seeing Isabelle still not leaving, he coldly asked, "Do you need me to escort you out?"
Isabelle watched as Oscar threw the handkerchief into the trash can in disgust.
This was undoubtedly a humiliation.
Isabelle bit her lip, tears immediately welling up, but she was too afraid to cry out loud.
She clumsily got up from the ground, not daring to say a word more. She just wanted to leave this dreadful place.
She turned around, only to see Pearl at the door.
At that moment, Isabelle felt utterly humiliated.
She quickly pulled up her exposed clothes, hung her head, and walked out.
Pearl had bought hangover medicine and happened to witness this scene: Isabelle, dressed provocatively, was thrown to the ground by Oscar.
Pearl was quite surprised by Isabelle's actions.
Why did Isabelle set her sights on Oscar?
Isabelle came out, her elbow scraped, tears streaming down her face. Fearing Pearl would laugh at her, she hurriedly left.
Pearl watched her retreating figure, her brows furrowing once again. Pearl then turned to look at Oscar.
Oscar's expression hadn't improved; he stared at her coldly, "She was trying to seduce me, didn't you see?"
Pearl calmly replied, "I saw."
Her response made Oscar's face even darker. "That's how you react to it?"
Pearl didn't understand. "What reaction do you need?"
Oscar's face grew even colder. He realized that no matter how many women tried to seduce him, she wouldn't react, wouldn't get angry, wouldn't be sad, nor even shed a tear.
This made him very unhappy.
Pearl didn't feel jealous at all.
After a moment of thought, Pearl said, "I was surprised to see Isabelle act this way, but now I understand. She has never liked me; she wants to retaliate against me. I apologize for causing you trouble."
"Is that all?" Oscar stared at her. With a cold gaze, Oscar asked in a deep voice, "Pearl, no matter how many women are around me, it won't bother you. You always act as if nothing happened."
Pearl walked in. "How could that be? Didn't I stop the women who approached you before? As for Isabelle, since you rejected her, there's no need for me to intervene."
"Isn't that your job?" Oscar questioned.
"It is indeed part of the job," Pearl said. "Including now."
Oscar pursed his lips; he thought she had finally realized, but it turned out to be the same. This was just Pearl's job requirement.
Pearl didn't have the desire to be his wife.
Pearl looked at Oscar, noticing his bad mood. He was probably feeling angry.
She then asked, "Do you want to take the hangover medicine?" She looked at the box of medicine on the table. "Should you drink from that box or mine?"
Oscar looked at the box of hangover medicine in her hand, realizing she had bought it for him.
His expression softened a bit. "Bring it here."
Pearl quickly brought it over.
Oscar drank the tea she made in one gulp.
After drinking it, Oscar felt drowsy and laid down on the bed for a while.
Pearl left again while he was sleeping.
She went to Olivia's place.
Isabelle had already returned, crying even louder, directly leaning on the table and weeping.
"What's wrong, Isabelle? What's going on with you?" Olivia saw her in such a sorry state.
Isabelle just cried without saying a word.
If she had managed to seduce Oscar, it would have been better. Now that her seduction had failed, it would be embarrassing to speak of it.
But Beatrice saw through it and spoke first, "Can't you see? She failed."
Olivia looked at Beatrice, then at Isabelle, not knowing what was going on. Seeing Isabelle's attire, upon closer inspection, her expression turned ugly. "Isabelle, have you done something shameful? Who allowed you to do this?"
Isabelle choked out, "It's all because Beatrice said I'm useless and not as good as Pearl. I just wanted to prove myself to you all!"
"I never said that, you misunderstood me!" Beatrice denied.
Olivia's face darkened, and she looked at Beatrice. "Mom, are you still my mother? You said I didn't marry well, and now you say my daughter is not good, inferior to others everywhere. Are we really that bad? Isabelle is still young, with a bright future ahead. She will marry into a good family in the future. You don't care about us at all!"
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