With a smile on her face, Isabella Moretti approached steadily, walking to Roman Bianchi's side and whispered in his ear, "Roman, that's enough. I know you're busy, and I'm busy too. Let's just finish this play nicely. Otherwise, if I go to your father and complain now, your future won't be too bright, will it?"
Roman Bianchi looked at Isabella Moretti, feeling repulsed by her smile, "You're ruthless."
He knew she was right. If he messed up this engagement banquet because of Siro, his future would be bleak.
Isabella Moretti patted his shoulder, "Darling, I know you're always the best to me. Alright, send her off."
Isabella Moretti's tone was light as she lifted her chin slightly towards the teary-eyed woman named Siro. Roman Bianchi, devoid of his earlier tenderness, used a slightly commanding tone to tell Siro, "You go back first."
The woman seemed to want to say something more, but when she caught Roman Bianchi's warning gaze, she timidly lowered her head. "Then I'll go back and wait for you."
"Okay, go ahead." Roman Bianchi actually liked Siro very much, but because of her family background and some unfavorable personal information known to his parents, they had opposed their relationship and arranged this engagement banquet through a matchmaker.
After the woman left, the faces of the elders on both sides eased a bit, except for Mrs. SU, of course.
Isabella Moretti smiled at her mother and shrugged indifferently, then followed Roman Bianchi to toast and socialize.
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Several hours later, as they bid farewell to the guests, the Moretti Family members also saw off Isabella Moretti.
Soon after, Roman Bianchi hurriedly left without even saying goodbye to her. She didn't mind, as she didn't feel like talking to him anyway.
Standing in place with her bag, Isabella Moretti looked around and spotted a five-star hotel nearby. She decided to walk over.
Thinking that today was supposed to be her engagement day, she ordered some food and drinks at the hotel reception to be delivered to her room. After that, she wandered into the elevator, already having had quite a bit to drink earlier.
But she felt like having some more alone time. Once in her room, she took a shower, changed into a bathrobe, and then saw the food and drinks being brought in. With a smile on her face, she rubbed her hands together and enjoyed eating and drinking alone, feeling quite content.
It wasn't until she had flushed cheeks from the alcohol and was in a good mood that she realized the wine had run out. Pouting unhappily, she got up unsteadily, intending to order more.
However, after taking a few steps, she suddenly remembered something, raised her hand to knock on her own head, and muttered to herself, "You fool, why not just make a call?"
So she swayed back, took a few steps, looked at the room number on the door, and asked herself a bit confusedly, "Is this the right room? Hmm, it should be." Saying that, she pushed the door and walked in.
As soon as she entered and saw the handsome man coming out of the bath, her eyes lit up instantly, and with a flirtatious grin, she pounced on him...
When Isabella Moretti pounced on him, she couldn't help but mutter, "Service is so attentive these days. Even in a hotel, they can fulfill this aspect. People are still so enthusiastic..."
Because the drinks had been tampered with, Ethan Hunt,, who had just arrived at this suite, took a cold shower to relieve the heat in his body. However, when he came out, this woman pounced on him.
He originally wanted to push her away, but he found himself intoxicated by the fragrance emanating from her, reigniting the desire he had just suppressed...
So, the two of them tacitly kissed each other until they were completely honest.
One was filled with desire, and the other reeked of alcohol!
Although neither of them had experience, they managed to figure it out on their own. Of course, some pain was inevitable, but it wasn't as extreme as some people might have experienced.
Isabella Moretti just frowned slightly, raised her slender index finger, and pointed at his chest with some dissatisfaction. She muttered, "Be gentle, and I pay!"
Ethan Hunt's movements paused, and he furrowed his brows slightly. He slowed down his actions until she relaxed her body, and then he thoroughly enjoyed himself...
The night was beautiful and peaceful!
Even though they were two strangers, the scene of them embracing and sleeping together at this moment looked so blissful.
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The next morning, when Isabella Moretti opened her eyes and saw a strange man lying in front of her, she didn't panic too much. She just muttered to herself.
Truly, lust clouds the mind and causes harm!
She picked up her underwear and bathrobe from the ground, put them on, and was about to leave the money and go when she heard a deep and powerful, yet slightly hoarse voice behind her.
"Are you just planning to leave like this?" He had awakened just now but had remained silent, watching her calmly put on her clothes one by one. He had expected her to be flustered or to negotiate with him, but he didn't expect her to be so calm.
Isabella Moretti took out a stack of money and placed it on the bed, praising with a smile, "This is for you, after all, you have a good appearance, a good figure, and perform well! If there's a chance, I'll call you again for a hookup."
Ethan Hunt wore a charming smirk, suddenly remembering that she had mentioned giving him money last night.
"You also satisfied me very well, so let's forget about the money. After all, it's your first time, so consider it my gift for your first experience."
If he didn't know that she was a virgin, her words would have definitely led him to misunderstand her as a promiscuous woman.
However, since she wasn't doing it for the money, why did she give her first time to a stranger?
Drunk impulsiveness?
Isabella Moretti casually gathered her hair and smiled charmingly, "I think it's better to settle the accounts. Farewell!" With that, she briskly walked away.
Looking at the thick stack of banknotes on the bed, Ethan Hunt couldn't help but feel a bit amused. But judging by the thickness, she seemed very satisfied with his stamina!
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
When Isabella Moretti walked out of the room, she glanced back at the doorplate and realized she had entered the wrong room and ended up with a stranger. Sighing and shaking her head, she thought, "What a mess!"