Isabella Weaver had thought a hundred times about cracking open this man's head to see what's inside, why is he so different from a normal person everywhere?
Wasn't he eager to marry her? Why didn't he react when he heard she got married? Why, upon seeing her hand, did he directly ignore the wedding ring and only think of how to ruin her hand?
"Do you still want to stand here getting drenched? Get in the car, we're going home. From now on, you'll be my wife, Little Isabella."
Alexander Parker took off his clothes, using them as an umbrella over Isabella Weaver's head, coaxing her like when they were kids: "My only one, you have to be obedient, don't run anymore, or cousin will truly be angry."
When he's gentle, he looks like a sheep capable of warming people's hearts, yet Isabella Weaver knows better than anyone, underneath that gentle sheep façade is a bloodthirsty, manic wolf.
"Doesn't cousin care that I've already married someone else?"
"Did cousin sleep with him?"
