"Michael, after my father learned about our marriage, he insisted I get you over to dinner..." She affectionately wrapped her hand around Michael Gallagher's.
Michael Gallagher expressionlessly pushed her away, his deep eyes filled with coldness, saying "Isabelle, there's something I think is necessary to tell you in advance."
Isabelle Richardson was taken aback, her heart feeling a chill.
Michael rarely spoke to her with this attitude, and her intuition told her it was related to her father.
Isabelle bit her lip, as her large, black, grape-like eyes looking clear and pitiable.
"Michael, just say it. We'll be one family soon, there's nothing you can't tell me."
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito' buzzing, as the tears in her eyes seemed to swirl around.
"If I marry you in the future, it will only be a marriage to you, not the Richardson family." Michael Gallagher's fair, blemish-free face bore a hint of coldness, and his voice was devoid of warmth, carrying an air of pride.
