Addicted To Her Lips

laced here the previous evening. He knew none of the maids would dare to steal something so

istant who was standing ju

Mr H

ers who got in here since yesterday morning. I ne

n that same spot, he sent a message to the

the room one last time, the

bella doing?

with her friend, after the latter was caught trying to leave the

nted to

ing to the guard. He said Mr

again. And from his softened gaze when he asked

as bu

taste? Who are the designers who

them in her room, and she refused to try the clothes

tting a cold and steely gaze. He walked out of the study

d Nicholas waved them off with his h

are yo

wheelchair and staring out the window, while a piece of paper rested on her laps. Her hair was let loose

ly, trying to regain his

ard you didn't come

gave to me." As she talked, Isabella's hand went

tside? Could you not spare

r earlier and had told her how the clothes looked, with most of them being either sle

choose an

em what you want! Must you

uptly, and Isabella complet

e? How undeserving yo

ight. You will be greeting th

er hands, Isabella breathed a si

he door made

she calle

he room. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed Isabella sitting besid

meet you,

d, knowing it was fake ent

you seem to have a dif

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at her came from. After surrendering herself to be pampered and dolled u

, and she was waiting for Angela. Wheeling herself to the door, the soun

as she got there, and An

sabella's whole appearance from head to toe. In fact, the only

, Angela. What if it ann

ill be better than this," Angela said, walking around to stand at Isabella's back. She was dressed in a white knee length

living room in no time, and there

to you," he informed, gesturing

e had been using since she was ten, but an automatic one. With this, she didn't need to

d stared earnestly at Angela, who smiled and lifted her from one

bother to hide his shock. Who knew

hts, he asked, "Are we go

d arm rest of the wheelchair. Each button had a series of lette

, Angela bent slightly and swiftly whispe

oors of the mansion swung op

Yates have

tiffened i