"Are you willing to let me go to hell?"
Julian Johnsons leaned closer to her.
Their faces were just a breath apart, their full and straight noses almost brushing against each other...
At the same time, Julian slightly parted his thin lips, letting out strands of warm breath, enveloping Isabella Lindsey completely.
She was very resistant.
She turned her cheek aside, avoiding him, and looked out the window, speaking coldly, "Reluctant? Who do you think you are to me?"
"I'm your future husband." Julian gave a charming and mischievous smile.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
Yet.
Isabella remained composed.
She exerted more force with her palm, pushing him away abruptly, drawing a clear boundary, "The future is unpredictable, restrain your sense of self-importance."
"At least you're not rejecting me now."
Julian deliberately relaxed the force in his hand, and at the moment she pushed, he naturally fell back into his seat.
Then.
