"My liking for you has nothing to do with interests." He glanced at the trash can without leaving a trace. He thought of the hurt look in the woman's eyes when she left, and felt complicated.
Isla followed the trend and said, "By coincidence, I made a reservation and we will have lunch together to make up for last night's meal."
She stated her intention straightforwardly, as if she just wanted the man to feel guilty.
Once guilt accumulates too much, your mind will drift away.
Mark's slight guilt was indeed aroused. He lowered his eyes and said, "Sarah, what happened last night..."
She pointed her index finger on his lips, and he fell silent. She tilted her head and smiled, "The balance in your heart is on my side, right?"
He didn't move his eyebrows and said straightforwardly, "Isla, you are my fiancée."
She turned to his side and hugged his arm affectionately, "Mark, I believe you will not let me down in the end."
He raised his hand and rubbed her head. His fingers touched her soft hair, entwined with the scent of roses.
He smiled hoarsely.
During the meal, she took out the ring, with a relaxed smile on her face, "This is actually the ring I prepared to give you last night. Although I didn't get it to you last night, it doesn't matter. I'll make it up this time." I'm back, here you go."
He looked at the ring but did not take it, "Isla, I was supposed to prepare the ring. I will give you a grand wedding."
Her face was filled with joy, "Of course you should prepare the wedding ring, but I have been choosing this ring for a long time. It is for confession, which is different from getting married. Mark, you know that my liking for you has nothing to do with it."
Her love is fierce and pure, how could he not understand it. He looked at her face full of joy, finally took the ring, and put it on the middle finger of his left hand at her prompting.
The circle mouth was neither too big nor too small, just right. It was the knowledge that she had gained from following him for many years.
She held her cheeks with both hands and tapped her fingertips playfully, "Wow, I have really good eyesight."
He raised his lips and said with a hint of meaning in his voice, "You want me to wear this ring?"
She bluntly showed her possessiveness, with a cute and bright look, "Of course, you can't take it off without my permission!"
Isla had never been arrogant in front of him, but occasionally she can be a little domineering. He thought there was nothing wrong with this. If he didn't have a temper, he was not her. He also regards it as the spice of life.
He smiled gently, "Well, I won't pick it off."
His marriage to Isla was finalized and will not change. Isla's love was pure, but the forces in Hong Kong City were intricately intertwined and there are countless connections behind them. The powerful alliance between Mark and Isla cannot be easily overthrown.
Sitting in his position, the love between a man and a woman is like a mirror in the mirror, and he needs to consider more factors.
Isla held her chin and smiled like a flower, "Okay."
The company still had things to do. After the meal, he sent her back to the house and immediately returned to the company.
***
Isla thought that the marriage talisman she had asked for at Ling Temple yesterday was still in Tanyuan and had not been given to Mark, so she immediately walked to Tanyuan.
Located in a separate courtyard behind the villa, it imitates the ancient buildings in the capital. It was built specifically for her when she was ten years old.
The fragrance of flowers lingered around Tan Yuan. Isla pushed open the heavy black door, stepped over the high threshold, passed by the precious calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls on both sides without squinting, and then pushed straight open several wooden doors in the inner room and walked to the inner hall.
The man sitting on the pearwood chair turned his head to look at her in the silence of the room, his red eyes hidden in the shadows were so dark that they could not be seen clearly. There was only one slender figure who is dignified and arrogant.
Isla's breathing suddenly stopped, as if time had been frozen, and the tiny dust particles in the light and shadow stopped floating.
Even though she had seen Mark's tall and handsome face, she still felt that Axel Ash's face was unparalleled in the world. The man was like a noble son walking out of a painting, with elegance and arrogance infiltrated by a century-old family. It was the kind of existence that transcends the mundane world.
Ethereal and misty, like a fairy or an illusion.
"Miss Isla." Axel's voice was gentle, and his red eyes were smiling, thin and broken, as if he was a little more gentle.
She was obviously stunned, her red eyes widened in shock. He thought that the little girl looked very cute.
Isla felt that the scene in front of her seemed familiar, as if this scene had happened somewhere before. Without thinking about it, she was brought back to reality by the man's voice. There was still surprise in her eyes, "Mr. Axel, why are you here?"
That person had a calm temperament and was independent from the world, as if she was an untimely intruder.
He spoke softly, fearing to disturb the girl, "I'm here to discuss business with your father. Is Miss Isla here to see Mr. Fisher?"
She calmed down completely after looking at him for a few seconds. "No, I won't disturb your conversation. I'll come back later."
Just as she was about to leave, Dad opened the curtain and walked out, holding tea leaves in his hand, "Isla, do you have something to do with daddy?"
Isla didn't expect him to entertain Axel here, so she shook her head quickly, "No, I'm not here to see you. I'm going out first." She turned around and left, her clothes disappearing behind a door.
Mr Fisher didn't pay attention. He turned his eyes and smiled at Axel, "Axel, did Isla bother you?"
Axel raised his red eyes, his eyes seemed to be nostalgic, and his whole body glowed softly, "No, Miss Isla is still as cute as when she was a child."
"Yes." Mr Fisher also remembered, "I took Isla to your house when she was a child. I didn't expect you to remember it."
He never thought that the boy who once sat in a wheelchair would be in such a situation today, which even the nobles in Hong Kong City could not match.
What was engraved on him was elegance, coolness, nobility and mystery, as well as a vigorous and resolute behavior that is inconsistent with his temperament.
Speaking of Axel, the most powerful celebrity in the Hong Kong circle, he seems to be like a banished immortal, untainted by the mortal world. Only people in the business world know that he had no compassion at all. He obviously had a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist all year round, but he didn't care. It was a decisive killing.
Some people can be deceived by their appearance alone.
Axel had a smile on his face and subconsciously touched the Buddhist beads on his right wrist, his eyes moving slightly.
How could he not remember that ten-year-old Isla accidentally broke into his Garden wearing a pink princess dress, opened the heavy doors and appeared in front of him, and she became the only rose in his young and gloomy years.
Mr Fisher was making tea methodically, and the room was filled with the scent of tea. "Axel, come and taste the tea leaves I have secretly collected."
"OK."