Isla stared at the liquid in the glass, a red light flashed on her face, and she laughed, "It's just right to be drunk, but suddenly I don't want to be sober."
"Why?" She only smiled and did not answer. The next moment, she put down her wine glass heavily.
Isla stood up suddenly, but her body was shaken by the alcohol. Axel retracted his outstretched hand when she held the corner of the table. The prayer beads wrapped around his right wrist quietly slipped out of the cuff, covering the tangled veins on the back of his hand. Isla was his childhood love, he could do everything for her.
"Ms. Isla, are you okay?" Axel's clenched fists were hidden behind his back, and his dark iced eyes were as quiet as ink. If you look closely, there is a darkness hidden inside.
"I'm fine." She smiled brightly, hiding the trace of embarrassment very well. She picked up her bag and said, "Mr. Axel, if you please, I'll leave beforehand." She had never been a waiter. The environment in which she grew up told her that the only way to get what she wanted was to go for it.
He was polite and said, "I think Miss Isla has drunk too much and is not suitable to drive. Wherever you are going, I will give you a ride."
Her mind was briefly dizzy, and she suddenly agreed unconsciously, "That's fine, then I'll trouble Mr. Axel." The black car galloped through the bustling night of the city. Isla looked at the man driving the car. He was holding the steering wheel with his left hand, and his five fingers with distinct phalanges were exceptionally slender and beautiful.
Isla suddenly came back to her senses at this moment and remembered the things about Axel. The powerful were also divided into different levels.
She pursed her lips and said, "Thank you."
He had a smile in his eyes, and the light and shadow shone on his face, mysterious and unpredictable, "It's just a matter of hands." A car stopped outside the hospital.
Under the light, her smile was pure and polite, "goodbye."
His pupils were very dark. He suppressed his emotions and said in a calm voice, "Miss Isla, do you need help?"
Isla's complexion turned red, and she looked at Axel softly, "No, my bestie is waiting for me."
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Kate, who was squatting on the side of the road pulling weeds out of boredom, saw Isla and walked over quickly, "Isla, come with me!"
The night was dark, but Isla's eyes were extremely calm, "Let's go."
She suddenly didn't want to explore anymore, so what could she do? Now she finally got her long-cherished wish, and nothing and no one could dispel her idea of marrying Mark.
Mark had all the money, fame, and status, but it was his face that made countless women fascinated.
She had met countless women who wanted to get close to Mark, but so what, she didn't give them a chance. Sarah was just one of them.
"Isla..." Kate had never seen her like this before. She thought it was ridiculous.
Except for the blind man Mark, Isla was a star-studded presence in front of all the noblemen in Hong Kong. Even her best friend had to be pampered. How could a baby who was pampered by everyone be so humble and cowardly?
Kate held her hand tightly, biting her lip and asked, "Are we just going to let them go like this?"
A gentle male voice floated into the ears in the wind, "Sarah, let's go back, its cold outside."
Sarah whispered softly, "Mark, are you going to see Miss Isla?"
"No." He answered without hesitation, "I'm here with you, but you have to go back to the ward."
Isla could no longer pretend to turn a blind eye. She walked toward them with a smile on her face, "Mark, you should have asked me to come with you."
The two of them were shoulder to shoulder, one tall, one short, one strong and one slender. Their bodies were incompatible with each other, and the protectiveness he displayed stung Isla's eyes. Mark's expression had changed a little when he saw Isla. He felt guilty, "Isla, why are you here?"
Isla smiled extraordinarily brightly, "We will soon be a family. Your friend is sick, and I should have come with you to see her."
"Ms. Isla." Sarah's voice was soft and soft, with a pitiful frailty. "I don't have much health problems. Thank you for your concern." This was the ex who Mark holds dear to his heart. He has a neat and delicate face, pure and gentle.
Compared with Isla's aggressive beauty, she was soft and graceful, like a beautiful little white flower that breaks easily on the roadside, which can easily arouse men's desire for affection.
Isla's beautiful peach blossom eyes curved into a smile, showing a hint of edge, "Mark, she said it's okay, so can you come with me? It's not past twelve o'clock, you can still help me it's my birthday."
His face turned cold instantly, "Isla, why are you obsessed with just one birthday?"
Isla found it very funny, "Mark, it seems that you haven't realized who the person you should accompany is." Those slender and charming eyes were full of sarcasm, as if they could reveal the unhappiness in her heart.
Men were inherently evil and do not like to be dominated by women. He looked at Isla with cold eyes, "Isla, I hope you can be more sensible. I will not leave before Sarah recovers."
Kate laughed angrily and cursed loudly, "Mark, you idiot, have you been drunk by this woman? You are the one who is disconnected from your ex, right? You speak so high-sounding, are you worthy of Isla?"
Sarah lowered her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly, "Mark, I am very satisfied that you can come. Since Miss Isla needs you, then you can go with her. I will listen to the doctor, so don't worry about me."
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