Chapter 1252: 569 Indulge_3 Chapter 1252: 569 Indulge_3 At this mont, the two were just a step away from each other.
Isabella Foster could clearly see every pore on Alaric Moore’s face, even his barely sprouted blue stubble and his sexy adam’s-apple, they all looked almost exactly the sa.
She once read on so third-rate website that a man’s sexiest attribute is his adam’s-apple, a symbol of maturity and a territory that a man cannot easily invade.
Therefore, her favourite thing was to kiss his adam’s-apple and watched him repress and endure it, as if feeling a sense of conquest deep inside.
The man’s eyes hidden behind his glasses were like the deep sea, stirring up slight ripples, causing her heart to be in an utter ss.
“Hellena Groove…”
“My na is Sanny Groove.” She interrupted him.
The man gave a slight smile, relaxed and elegant, “Miss Sanny Groove, the city’s education bureau has launched a reform pilot class to cultivate more top talents and promote the developnt of education.
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Hellena and Titi Groove have already t the application conditions.
As long as they take the exam, those who perform excellently will be promoted to the pilot class.
Their lives will no longer be diocre.”
Isabella Foster pressed her lips together, “I can’t decide on this.
I need to go ho and discuss it with my family.”
“It’s an opportunity but also a challenge for Hellena and Titi.
If you’ve thought it through, you can contact anyti.”
The man nodded, intending to walk past her and leave.
At the instant when they passed by each other, Isabella Foster caught a faint scent, which then disappeared quickly.
At that mont, Isabella Foster’s soul seed to be ignited by a fla.
“Wait.”
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around questioningly.
Isabella Foster took a deep breath, closed her eyes, reopened them and slowly turned around, “Mr.
Harris doesn’t sound like a local of Pethkids based on his accent.”
The man chuckled, “I am from Lostswa and I haven’t been in Pethkids for too long.”
“I see.
Being away from ho for so long, your family must miss you a lot.”
“I am alone, with no one to rember, nor anyone to rember .” The man curled his lips, as if mocking himself and also implying helplessness.
“Mr.
Harris, it’s really tough for you…” Isabella Foster said with sigh, her gaze suddenly falling on the watch on Christopher Harris’s right wrist.
“Oh, that’s a nice watch.
What brand is it?
My brother’s birthday is coming up and I want to buy him a watch.” said Isabella Foster.
Before the man could react, she pulled up his sleeve, as if intending to see the watch more clearly.
In doing so, a section of the man’s arm skin was exposed in the air.
Isabella Foster paused, surprised that there were no scars from a burn on the man’s skin.
His skin was very clean, with every single hair keenly noticeable.
“It’s the JL Anniversary Edition, limited to worldwide release.
Seems like it’s beyond my ans.” Isabella Foster let go of his arm without revealing any emotion.
“I’m sorry for being rude.”
The man adjusted his sleeve, gave a slight smile and said, “The value of a gift lies not in its price, but in its sentint.
Even if it’s just an ordinary watch, I think your brother would be quite happy.”
“Maybe.” Isabella Foster didn’t know how she left, nor did she take notice of the deep gaze the man had on her as she walked away.
She left the school dragging her heavy feet, t by the hustle and bustle of the city.
With people coming and going, even amidst the prosperity of the crowd, she felt light-headed.
No scar, but she rembered that watch.
A globally limited commorative edition appearing on the wrist of a high school teacher with a few thousand monthly salary.
Did he really believe his disguise is flawless?
His voice, his face, his figure, his sll, every hair pore, every mole on his body, she rembers them all too well.
Because he was once, everything in her life…
The traffic light turned green, she numbly followed the crowd and walked on the pedestrian crossing.
All of a sudden, she heard a harsh scream close to her ears.
Across the street, she heard soone shouting at her.
The people in her eyes seed unreal.
She couldn’t hear any sound, only saw the horrified expressions on their faces.
Isabella Foster turned her head, and saw a black sedan racing towards her, like the Grim Reaper’s wicked scythe, rcilessly approaching.
“Ah…” A weak but frightened scream of a woman close to her ears.
Isabella Foster noted the woman’s bulging belly, nurturing a sprouting life inside.
In that instant, Isabella Foster unknowingly drew courage from sowhere.
She grabbed the woman’s wrist and fell heavily to one side with speed that defied limits.
As they fell, she used her hands to cushion the woman’s shoulders, thereby reducing the impact of the woman’s fall.
She used her body as a mattress to facilitate the woman’s safe landing while her own head struck the ground hard.
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Intense pain shot up from her thigh that made her entire body convulse uncontrollably.
At that mont, her mind was unusually clear.
The sedan sped off, brushing against the soles of her feet.
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