"Cousin, go now, I have to attend class." Isabella Weaver said, turning and entering the school gate.
After walking for a while, she looked back and discovered that Alexander Parker was actually following her!
Moreover, he walked with such ease, not at all like a blind person.
Isabella couldn’t help but ask, "Are your eyes healed already?"
"No."
"Then why do you walk so steadily?"
"Because I’m smart."
From childhood to now, Isabella’s intelligence has always been crushed by him. Although she didn’t really understand how smartness could compensate for blindness, she knew there was no way she could win an argunt against Alexander Parker.
"Stop following and go back to the hospital, your health isn’t fully recovered, you shouldn’t be pushing yourself like this."
Alexander Parker looked innocent: "I can’t see, how do you expect to go back?"
"Go back the way you ca. Didn’t you boast about being smart?"
"Not smart, I’m very dumb!"
Isabella laughed in exasperation: "Where are you dumb?"
Alexander’s voice was very soft, so soft that only he could hear it: "I lost you."
Isabella saw a hint of sadness flash in his vacant eyes, she almost thought she had imagined it. Could he really have emotions like sadness?
Most of his emotions were actually feigned. He had extrely high intelligence, and to make himself seem like a normal person, he could mimic all the usual joys and sorrows. But in reality, his heart was indifferent and cold, even when he strangled his young sister with his own hands, he was utterly unmoved.
How could soone so cold and cruel feel sad because of one sentence from her?
But she softened a little after all, and her voice gentled: "Cousin, you really need to go back to the hospital. Today’s class is for graduation thesis guidance, I can’t take you with ."
Alexander didn’t speak. Isabella assud she had convinced him, and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she turned around, he hugged her from behind.
"Isabella!"
Alexander’s voice carried evident restraint. He had never thought that one day he would have to restrain his emotions!
He didn’t even know what emotions were before!
"Divorce Harry Hunter!"
"That’s impossible."
"If you insist on being with him, I might do things that will upset you."
Isabella’s tone suddenly turned lancholic: "Things that upset ? There are too many of those; I’ve had very few happy monts since I was little."
"Marry , and I’ll make sure you’re happy, let you do whatever you want!"
How is that possible?
Isabella was perfectly clear-headed. Alexander had high intelligence, but he didn’t understand human relationships, he oversimplified many matters.
She wasn’t going to entangle with him, struggling vigorously, trying to pry open the arms encircling her shoulders: "I’m going to be late! Let go of !"
"I won’t, unless you agree to take to class."
Isabella stamped on his foot in anger: "What class would a genius attend? Stop ssing around!"
"I want to be with you!"
He acted shalessly, and Isabella couldn’t bear it anymore, she bowed her head and bit his hand hard.
For any ordinary person, being bitten like that would’ve hurt enough to let go, but Alexander seed unfazed and even asked Isabella with concern, "Are you cald down yet? If not, you can bite a few more tis. I’ve bitten you so many tis, just consider it revenge."
Rembering the finger he bit through earlier, Isabella’s anger flared, and indeed she bit him again, hard.
Alexander still didn’t let go. Instead, his voice beca even more gentle: "My little Isabella has grown up, turned into a little tiger."
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