"Okay, wait for me to calculate for you." The landlord took out his record book and flipped to Isabella's page."Deposit is three thousand, which can be refunded to you. But the remaining rent for this month cannot be refunded. We agreed upon this when you rented the place. You should have informed me at least half a month in advance if you were planning to move out suddenly. It puts me in a difficult situation."Isabella pursed her lips, reluctantly nodded. Although it was the truth, she still felt a pang in her heart.She even considered discussing with Vincent about staying until the end of the month before moving out.Vincent had been discreetly observing Isabella. Seeing her pained and helpless expression, he couldn't help but find it somewhat endearing.As they stepped out from the landlord's place, Isabella held onto the three thousand deposit, her mood not lifting.Vincent spoke up, "How much more rent should she refund you?"Isabella looked up at him, mentally calculated, the
Isabella quickly refused, "I'm not cold."Vincent nodded, "Don't take it off, it's just a few steps, we'll be there soon."Isabella stopped refusing upon hearing this and silently followed Vincent.They walked through the meticulously groomed courtyard, and Vincent stood in front of the door and entered the passcode."The door code is 1212, remember it."Isabella nodded, then silently repeated it twice in her mind.Opening the door, the first thing that caught their eyes was a spacious hall, elegantly decorated with no excess.Vincent bent down to change his shoes and then brought out a new pair of slippers for Isabella."These are for guests, tomorrow I'll have someone buy you a new pair."Isabella immediately shook her head, "No need to bother."Vincent didn't respond to her refusal, instead he led her to the sofa in the living room and handed her the TV remote, "You watch TV for a while, I'll go cook."Isabella looked at him somewhat shocked, "You can cook?"Vincent: "What's so sur
"Here are your wallet and phone," Vincent handed them to her."Wow, that was quick!" Isabella exclaimed, sitting up excitedly to take the bag. She immediately pulled out her phone.Vincent watched her swift movements, a hint of disapproval in his eyes. But seeing Isabella so happy, he didn't say anything, simply walking away to help her pack her luggage.Isabella had gone almost the entire day without her phone, which for a modern young person was unimaginable.Knowing she had to attend a banquet, Isabella had put her phone on silent beforehand. Now, as she checked her phone, she was taken aback.It was filled with missed calls and messages.Mostly from Randall, and even Timothy had called once.After breaking off the engagement, she had considered blocking Timothy, but then she thought, given Timothy's personality, he wouldn't actively contact her, so blocking him or not didn't make much difference.But she never expected him to call her?Isabella chuckled and promptly blocked Timoth
"I'm going out with an old friend," Isabella announced to Vincent the next morning, bracing herself for the questions she knew would come.Vincent's face immediately fell into a worried expression. He had noticed that Isabella had been restless all night, tossing and turning in her sleep. He had assumed it was just pregnancy insomnia, but now he was starting to worry that something else might be wrong."Who's the friend?" he asked carefully, trying not to sound too concerned. Isabella arched an eyebrow, "It's only been 24 hours since we got married, you can't expect to know every single one of my friends." She said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice."I know that," Vincent said quickly, trying to backpedal. "I just wanted to make sure you're safe. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby."Isabella softened a little at his words, but she still felt a bit annoyed. She was a grown woman, and she didn't need a babysitter."I'll be fine, I promise," Isabella said, trying to reass
"Now that Timothy isn't engaged to your sister anymore, you should go for him before someone else does," Angel mused, remembering her mother's words from the night before. She couldn't help but smile at the thought.Timothy was a catch, there was no doubt about that. He was handsome, successful, and had always be kind to her. And now he was single, which only made him more desirable in Angel's eyes.She couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach at the thought of being with him. Angel studied herself in the mirror, applying the final touches to her makeup. She wanted to look her best, not for herself, but for Timothy. She wanted to sweep him off his feet, and she knew she had to look her best to do it.She carefully applied a shade of red lipstick, making sure it was just the right shade to bring out the natural beauty of her lips. Then she adjusted her red dress, making sure it showed off her figure to its best advantage.She wanted to make a good impression, and
Isabella reached for her phone and saw that Audrey was calling. As promised, Vincent had sent his driver to pick up Isabella's things from Audrey's house.She let out a long, slow breath and considered whether or not to answer. She knew that if she picked up the phone, she would have to deal with whatever Audrey had to say. And she wasn't sure she was ready for that. But if she didn't answer, Audrey would only keep calling, and Isabella knew that she couldn't avoid her forever.She took another deep breath and answered the call. "Hello?" she said, her voice shaking slightly."Isabella," Audrey said. "Where are you?""I'm home," Isabella lied, trying to keep her voice steady."That's strange," Audrey said, suspicion creeping into her voice. "I'm outside your apartment, and it looks like no one's home. Your curtains are not here and I can see that there's nothing inside."Isabella's heart began to race. She knew she had been caught in a lie, and she didn't know how to get out of it.
Vincent, trying to avoid her gaze, blurted out, “How was your outing?”, hoping to steer the conversation in a safe direction. He was lost for words, feeling caught off guard by Isabella’s sudden awakening. Her penetrating stare made him feel even more uneasy, unable to think straight.Her conversation with Audrey had been both enjoyable and stimulating, but after a while, fatigue began to set in and she decided to retire to her room for a bit of rest. To her surprise, she found Vincent sitting by her side, his gaze fixed on her with passionate intensity. This unexpected presence startled her, and she struggled to comprehend the reason for it. As Vincent entered the room, his gaze immediately fell upon Isabella's alluring form. For a moment, he stood there, completely transfixed, as if he had just beheld a goddess. His eyes lingered over her body, taking in every detail with a scrutiny reminiscent of an X-ray machine, even the covered contours of her legs were not spared from his u
The car rolled to a halt outside Hall’s apartment, the engine purring quietly in the background. Vincent sat in the driver’s seat, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and anticipation. He pictured the look on Hall’s face, the surprise that would surely erupt when Vincent would pop the question: “Will you be my best man?” The thought brought a grin to his face, the image of his best friend’s joyful reaction playing like a movie in his mind’s eye.The sharp sound of tires against the pavement reached Hall’s ears, followed by the familiar sound of a car door slamming shut. He knew instantly that it could only be one person.“Hey man!” Vincent’s booming voice echoed through the apartment as he strode inside. His face beamed with excitement, his eyes twinkling with mischief.“What’s got you so riled up?” Hall quipped, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “It’s not every day you come barging into my apartment with that much energy.At first glance, one would have assumed that Hall, a