Chapter 458: Wanting to Make Love So Badly
Isabella was led over by Quentin, just in time to hear Michael instruct his subordinates, "Call an ambulance."
Michael's tone was very calm, without a trace of tension or panic. He stood over Elodie, looking down at her as if he were observing a dying insect, his gaze devoid of any warmth.
Elodie wasn't dead yet; she had landed face-first, her face a bloody mess, lying on the ground convulsing uncontrollably.
Her hand clawed at the ground, as if trying to grasp something, but only left thin trails of blood.
"How did this happen?" Quentin spoke, and Michael finally turned around.
Michael's gaze swept over Quentin and Isabella's faces, finally landing on their tightly clasped hands. Raising an eyebrow, Michael said, "Isabella, long time no see."
Isabella looked at Quentin in confusion, seemingly unaware that Michael was speaking to her.
Quentin voiced, "Michael, this is Lova from the Black Family."
"Really?" Michael laughed, "Your plan to have Isabella replace Lova is quite interesting."
"Michael, watch your words!" Quentin warned sharply.
Michael was unfazed by Quentin's warning and gave a faint smile.
Isabella noticed his hand move to his waist, and with a swift motion, he drew a short knife. The sharp blade was aimed directly at Quentin.
Quentin was startled.
Before Quentin could react, Isabella had already stepped in front of him.
The blade stopped abruptly just one inch from Isabella's neck. Quentin pulled Isabella back, gripping her shoulders with both hands, "Are you crazy?"
The knife was in Michael's hand, but her life was her own.
Michael's move had been so fast and fierce that no one could say for sure whether he would have stopped.
Even if Michael intended to stop, no one could guarantee he would judge the distance correctly.
If Michael had slipped, Isabella would be dead.
But just now, Isabella had unhesitatingly stood in front of Quentin, trying to use her own life to block Michael's knife for him!
Quentin looked at Isabella, deeply shaken.
During this time, Quentin had indeed been brainwashing Isabella, not only turning her into the real Lova but also altering some of her memories.
In the memories Quentin had changed, Lova had a crush on him since childhood.
He just hadn't expected his hypnosis to be so successful that in such a life-and-death moment, Isabella would unhesitatingly come to his rescue!
Deeply moved, Quentin suddenly reached out to hug Isabella tightly.
Michael raised an eyebrow, "Quentin, Lova is your sister. Hugging her like this in front of so many people seems inappropriate, doesn't it?"
Quentin seemed like he didn't hear anything, holding Isabella so tightly as if he wanted to make her a part of him.
Isabella, helplessly held by him, looked up and met a gaze from the second-floor balcony.
She was startled, knowing it was Seb.
Bradley had mentioned that Seb had also come to Silvercrest.
But seeing Seb at the Black Family still surprised Isabella a bit.
The Black Family was so dangerous, with everyone like a ticking time bomb. How did Seb get in? Why was he on the second floor? Was anyone protecting him?
"Lova." Quentin had already let her go, noticing her gaze towards the second floor.
Quentin turned around, following her line of sight, but saw nothing.
"What's wrong?" Quentin took Isabella's hand again.
Isabella gently shook her head, docile as a lamb.
The ambulance arrived quickly and took Elodie away.
Isabella looked at this farcical wedding, feeling it was absurd.
"I need to use the restroom." Tired of dealing with the socialites, Isabella found an excuse to slip away.
Quentin had been chatting with some male guests, but seeing this, he stepped out of the crowd and came to her side.
"What's wrong?" Quentin asked.
"I need to use the restroom." Isabella put down her wine glass.
Quentin also put down his glass, "I'll go with you."
Isabella knew he was suspicious, and if she didn't let him accompany her, he would definitely be suspicious.
Refusing was useless, so she simply didn't refuse and pretended to comply, "Okay."
At the restroom, Quentin waited outside while Isabella went in alone.
Away from Quentin's control, Isabella let out a long sigh of relief.
The restroom was very quiet. She checked each stall one by one, and when she reached the last stall, just as she reached out to push the door open, a hand suddenly extended from inside, grabbing her arm and pulling her in.
Before Isabella could scream, her lips were covered by a pair of warm lips.
Then came a frenzied kiss.
Scared out of her mind, Isabella struggled desperately, but her hands and feet were easily restrained by the other person.
She was pinned against the stall door, all her breaths and sounds swallowed by the other person.
Isabella's eyes widened, and after the initial shock, she finally saw who was kissing her.
"Seb." Isabella murmured.
She stopped struggling and instead leaned in to respond to his kiss.
But at that moment, Seb let her go.
Seb gripped her chin with one hand, breathing heavily as he stared at her, "You want to have sex that badly? Quentin couldn't satisfy your desires?"
Isabella's eyes reddened, wrapping her arms around Seb's neck, tears streaming down her face.
Seb looked at her, his eyes also reddening. One hand supported her lower back while the other gently caressed her thin back. Seb's long fingers traced her shoulder blades, his brow furrowing slightly, "You've lost weight."
"So have you," Isabella's voice trembled.
They hugged each other tightly.
Isabella cherished this embrace deeply, but she knew that even cherished moments had their time limits.
After a while, she pulled away from Seb's embrace, "That's enough."
Seb's hand was still on her waist, "What's enough?"
"I need to go out," Isabella wiped away her tears, her voice as low as possible, "Quentin is still outside."
As she spoke, she reached out to open the door.
Just as her fingers touched the door handle, Seb pulled her back.
"Are you afraid of him? Aren't you afraid of making me unhappy?" Seb cornered Isabella.
Isabella shook her head, "I know you don't have the power to go against the Black Family right now."
"Who says I can't do it?" Seb interrupted her softly, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his eyes, "Bella, you have too little faith in me."
Isabella blinked, not quite understanding his words, "But."
Seb tightened his grip on her hand, "Bella, from now on, hold onto my hand tightly. No matter what happens, don't let go."
Isabella bit her lip.
She wanted to hold onto his hand and never let go, but given the current situation, was that even possible?
"Shh." His thumb brushed over her fingers.
Footsteps sounded outside, the clacking of high heels on the floor.
It seemed a female guest had come into the restroom.
Seb unhurriedly opened the nearby window, then placed his hands on Isabella's waist and gently lifted her up. Isabella jumped out of the window.
Below was soft grass. Isabella had just steadied herself when Seb followed her out.
He thoughtfully closed the window, took Isabella's hand, and led her towards the backyard.
Meanwhile.
Quentin, waiting in front, checked his watch. When a female guest came out, Quentin stepped forward to ask, "Excuse me, is there anyone else inside?"
"I didn't notice," the guest shook her head.
Seeing his apparent urgency, the guest went back in to check for him.
When she came out again, she told Quentin, "There's no one inside."
Quentin narrowed his eyes. He knew every corner of the Black Family estate like the back of his hand and naturally guessed where Isabella had gone.
He immediately headed towards the backyard.
In a dimly lit storage room in the Black Family's backyard.
Isabella was pressed against a shelf by Seb, her heart pounding. She was terrified of being discovered but couldn't resist Seb's passion, responding to him softly.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching their direction.
Then, someone walked to the door of the storage room pushing it open.
Isabella glanced over, finding it was Quentin.
She and Seb were hiding inside. The room was so dark that Quentin couldn't see them immediately, but Isabella's heart was still racing.
Her fingers clutched Seb's shirt tightly. She couldn't warn him verbally, so she could only grit her teeth.
Seb sensed her tension, paused for a couple of seconds, and then resumed kissing her.
Isabella hadn't expected him to be so bold. Caught off guard, she let out a muffled groan.
That sound made Quentin, standing at the door, pause and step inside.
His hand groped along the wall, then Isabella realized he was trying to turn on the light.
The room was cluttered with items, but it wasn't large. In the dark, she and Seb could still hide.
Once the light was on, they would have nowhere to hide.
She couldn't even imagine what would happen to Seb if they were discovered.
Isabella was scared to death, but Seb seemed oblivious, continuing to kiss her intently.
Quentin's hand found the switch on the wall. Just as he was about to press it, footsteps sounded outside again.
This time, it seemed more than one person was coming.
Quentin abandoned the idea of turning on the light and quickly walked to the door to take a look.
For some reason, he didn't leave but instead turned back, quickly moving to the back of the shelf.
As he rounded the shelf, he saw Isabella and Seb hiding behind it.
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