Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 430

“I told you, it’s a punishment.”

“Then go kneel somewhere else.” Isabel tried to speak calmly, but he always had a way of getting under her skin. “What is this supposed to be? Adrian, you never consider anyone else in anything you do. Oh, so you finally realize you were wrong, and you just start kneeling on your own and call it a punishment? When you think you’re right, you’re high and mighty, looking down on everyone. When will you ever try to see things from someone else’s perspective?”

Adrian pressed his lips together, not quite understanding.

He and Isabel rarely communicated well.

He had been trying to understand her lately, trying to see her side of things.

He thought his current actions were appropriate.

But she was upset again.

“I just… I thought… I asked around. They all said I should kneel.”

Isabel gritted her teeth. “Who did you ask?”

Adrian replied, “The internet.”

Isabel was speechless.

She closed her eyes, taking a moment to push down her anger before she could speak again. “You didn’t even kneel for your grandfather. When he died, you didn’t even bow your head, did you?”

“So what are you doing kneeling here now? You’re not asking for forgiveness, just punishing yourself? If you truly knew you were wrong and wanted to punish yourself, you would disappear from our lives.”

Adrian took a step forward. He raised his hand, but then lowered it when he saw the grime on it.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying.” Isabel rubbed her eyes forcefully. “It’s the rain.”

She was furious, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of her anger.

She just felt that if Adrian was kneeling here but not asking for forgiveness, there was no reason for him to make himself look so pathetic.

“You’re lucky we’re not in our home country. No one here knows you. If we were back home, and the Blackwell family found out, and our entire social circle knew, do you have any idea how much trouble you’d cause for me?”

Adrian seemed to grasp the source of her anger and explained, “This isn’t Westbridge…”

Isabel spun around, flicking water from her umbrella onto his face.

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