The Taste Will Become Worse

Isabella packed up her school bag and returned to the Wilson Manor. When she reached the door, she heard joyous laughter coming from inside. The beauty said happily, "Master Charlie, do you like the gift? I'm more considerate and know your preferences, right?"

"Angelina is the best. Don't leave this time. You're already pregnant. It's better to hold the wedding early. By the way, let William and the head chef give you and the child in your belly a good supplement." Charlie said.

"That's great! But Master Charlie, Joseph doesn't want to. He's staring at me!"

Isabella's hand on the doorknob trembled. She suddenly rejoiced that she had not confessed her love. Otherwise, she would have been laughed at by Joseph.

'I didn't confess my love, I didn't fall in love, and I still have a way out. Isabella, be brave!'

'When I leave later, I must confidently say that I have played enough for a long time! I must not show weakness!' Isabella thought.