Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 133

Isabelle's face burned hot.

Is he really planning to... fight through the blood?

With a table full of men drinking and chatting, Isabelle left once she'd finished eating.

The woman sitting next to her also excused herself.

The two of them went to a side courtyard for coffee.

Maddox was already there, seated at a coffee table for a while.

He held a cigarette in one hand, sipping coffee and smoking.

The mix of coffee aroma and faint tobacco smell was unpleasant.

He glanced sideways as the two women walked in, politely prepared two cups, and slid them over.

After introductions, Isabelle looked up. "You're Mr. Savage's younger sister, Sienna?"

Sienna Savage smiled gently, "Ms. Foster, you truly live up to being Mr. Whitaker's student."

"Since when did Mr. Whitaker's standards become like this?" Maddox snorted.

He had liked Isabelle initially, but upon hearing she was a kept woman, he suddenly felt tainted himself.

"Maddox, you have a foul mouth," Sienna chided, not sure why he held a grudge against Isabelle, but unable to stay silent.

Isabelle noticed the change in his attitude toward her but didn't mind.

After chatting for a while, Isabelle picked up her purse to use the restroom.

The plate of potato leek soup had made her feel even fuller.

She gently rubbed her lower abdomen and walked out leisurely.

Isabelle checked her phone and sent Damian a message, "Don't drink too much. I'm taking a walk in the courtyard."

He replied instantly, "Got it, honey."

Isabelle smiled, put her phone away, and decided to stroll around.

The entire estate was like a palace, full of antique charm. Pathway lights were everywhere, and festive lights hung above doorways, looking magnificent.

She wandered aimlessly and found the back garden Sienna had mentioned.

Isabelle walked around the courtyard to a wintersweet tree.

A smile touched her lips as she remembered giving Damian flowers back in Solvenia.

Damian wasn't the type to like flowers, but he had been happy when he received them.

Isabelle didn't want to pick any without the host's permission, so she just stood on tiptoe, leaning in close.

A faint, delicate fragrance wafted over.

On the other side of the wall, Isabelle heard two young women arguing.

"So what? I'm still here."

In situations like this, you have to protect yourself from false accusations. She learned that from TV dramas.

Isabelle smiled wryly. Rich families are terrifying.

Wait, I've married into one now.

A shiver ran through her. Could I end up in a situation like this someday?

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