Chapter 87 Let Me Hug You
After getting into the car, Seb called for a tow truck.
Once he hung up, Isabella asked, "What did they say?"
"It's a bit far. It will take at least forty minutes to get here," Seb said, turning to look at her, then frowned.
The light inside the car was on, and Isabella was soaked through, water dripping from her hair. She had worn a white T-shirt under a plaid shirt jacket, both now drenched, making her look thoroughly bedraggled.
Seb took out a dry towel from the storage compartment and handed it to her. "Dry yourself off. Don't catch a cold."
"Thank you, Mr. Landon." Isabella hesitated for a moment and took it. She wiped her hair with the towel while Seb kept looking at his phone.
The wet shirt jacket sticking to her body was uncomfortable, so Isabella took it off, leaving her in a thin white T-shirt.
Suddenly, Seb sneezed.
Isabella turned to look at Seb, who had been out of the car longer than her, so he was more severely wet.
After wiping herself a few times, Isabella wrung out the towel and offered it to him, saying, “Mr. Landon, you should dry off too.”
Only then did Seb look up at her. "I'm fine."
Feeling guilty since it was she who had driven the car off the road and caused them both to be stranded, Isabella couldn't bear the thought of Seb catching cold because of her.
Seeing that Seb wouldn't take the towel and water was still dripping from his cheeks, Isabella steeled herself and directly started to wipe his face for him.
The moment when the towel touched Seb's face, both of them froze.
Especially Seb, whose pupils contracted as if fireworks burst momentarily.
Isabella felt something was wrong as she wiped. Seb's gaze towards her was off, very off!
She wanted to pull her hand back, but it was too late.
Seb suddenly grabbed her wrist, his another hand came to support her waist, effortlessly lifting her and laying her across his lap.
"Mr. Landon!" Isabella exclaimed, trying to get up. But in the confined space of the car, she hit her head on the ceiling as she tried to sit up, which left her dazed.
Seb raised his hand to rub her head gently, pressing his whole body against hers. "Isabella, don't move. Just let me hold you for a while."
This was something he had wanted to do for a long time, but he usually restrained himself.
Perhaps the current atmosphere was too tempting, and he couldn't control himself, so he acted.
Isabella turned to look at Seb in surprise, thinking he was out of his mind. So she reminded him, "Mr. Landon, I'm Isabella."
Seb stared at her intently. "I know. Isabella."
Seb's large hand was already on her lower abdomen, gently and firmly caressing her skin through the thin fabric.
Isabella trembled all over, pressing his hand, her voice trembling. "Mr. Landon."
Little did she know that her voice was even more alluring to Seb.
He had only wanted to hug Isabella and touch her subtly. But now the desire grew stronger, and he was no longer satisfied with just that.
"Isabella." Seb cleared his throat, staring at Isabella's pink lips, his breathing becoming difficult.
The atmosphere in the car seemed to ignite, and Isabella felt her once cold heart warming up.
She had no resistance to Seb's teasing, but she still maintained a bit of rationality. She softly pleaded with tears, "Mr. Landon, I'm Isabella. I'm Isabella..."
Isabella's pleas fell on Seb's ears, but instead of calming him, they acted as a catalyst.
Seb's rationality was shattered, he held her chin and kissed her recklessly.
In the Landon family, Nina was busy in the kitchen for a while, and several delicious home-cooked dishes were served on the table.
Zoe took a few bites and immediately smiled. "It was delicious. Vanessa, do you want to try?"
"Sure, Grandma always talks about it. I also want to taste Ms. Miller's cooking," Vanessa said, using a fork to taste a few dishes.
In fact, the dishes looked decent, but they were just home-cooked dishes. She could make them too. But Zoe always said Nina's cooking was excellent, so Vanessa was curious to see what the fuss was about.
"How is it? Isn't it delicious?" Zoe eagerly awaited Vanessa's praise.
Vanessa smiled and gave a somewhat insincere compliment. "It's pretty good."
But compared to these home-cooked dishes, Vanessa preferred high-end Western cuisine and desserts. Nina's cooking skills were clearly honed from years of being a housewife, a role that nowadays lacked status and presence in society. Knowing how to cook a few simple stir-fries hardly counts as an impressive skill.
But Zoe loved it. Although Zoe was picky, she unexpectedly ate many of them, drank two bowls of soup, and still wanted a third bowl.
Vanessa stopped her. "Grandma, you've eaten enough tonight. You can't eat anymore."
Zoe pouted, looking quite unhappy, "I want just a little more. The food tonight is just to my taste."
"No!" Vanessa directly took away her utensils. "You forgot what the doctor said that your stomach isn't good. Eating too much for dinner is not easy to digest and you might get sick."
Zoe, who was in a good mood, was suddenly stopped. Her displeasure was evident on her face.
Seeing this, Vanessa felt a bit awkward.
Nina didn't want them to be unhappy over a meal, so she smiled and intervened, "Ms. Field is right. She's just thinking about your health. You've eaten quite a lot tonight."
"But it's because your cooking is so good. Ever since you brought me food last time, I haven't had a proper meal. Finally, I had a good appetite tonight and wanted to eat more, but I was stopped. I'm not full yet," said Zoe.
Nina glanced at Vanessa in distress and said, "If you ever want to eat my cooking again, you can give me a call and I'll come over to cook for you."
Zoe was delighted. "Really?"
"Yes," Nina replied.
"Will it interfere with your work?" asked Zoe.
"I don't have a job. I'm just at home every day, feeling quite bored."
Zoe said, "Well, that's great. I'll fire the nutritionist at home and hire you to cook for me."
'Zoe really does whatever she wants.' Vanessa, standing beside them, was wide-eyed. She asked, “Isn't that bad?"
Zoe tugged at Nina’s sleeve and whispered, "Do you know how much a nutritionist makes per month?"
Nina shook her head.
Zoe held out a finger and gestured to her.
"A thousand dollars?" asked Nina.
Zoe chuckled. "It's ten thousand dollars."
"Ten thousand dollars!" Nina was shocked by this number. ‘Being a nutritionist is so lucrative!’
