Chapter 18

Isabella's POV

When Christian asked me like this, I was completely dumbfounded. Though it wasn't hard to pick; Because I could afford to buy more than one new outfit but ten minutes with the Christian Roberts whose appointment was being paid even for one minute, I already knew what I'd choose.

I mean, a golden opportunity would never come twice so when he gave me an offer like this, I ain't a fool to turn it down.

"Err.. It's really difficult to choose but I have so many crop-tops like this, so I'll go with the ten minutes with you." I told and he gave me a triumphant smirk, nodding his head.

"Good. Come on and have a tea." he said, grabbing the mini kettle and pouring it into two cups.

"T-Tea?" I asked hesitantly and he nodded, extending a cup to me.

"Don't worry. It made by the cook. I found you were lying that day when I drank the remainder of the tea from the flask." he said causally and I took the cup, smiling sheepishly.

"Uh, actually I was-"

"I know. You didn't want to h