EX-husband Groveling to Me
Chapter 720 Izabella Still Not Sleeping?

Chapter 720 Izabella still not sleeping?

Izabella looked at Victor in embarrassment, but she was looking at things now, her eyes were wobbly, she couldn't see Victor's face clearly at all, she could only probably see the other person looking at herself. Victor seems to be smiling and not smiling.

But whether he laughed or not, Izabella felt quite ashamed of herself.

She drank some fruit wine for some reason and was fine before, but she became increasingly light-headed when she arrived home.

It is not very uncomfortable, she is even conscious or awake, just can not stand, sit, walk is wobbly.

Izabella bit her lip, saw the arm of the sofa aside, she moved over and stood up holding the arm.

She glanced at Victor and didn't say anything, except that her bright eyes seemed to say "Look, I can walk by myself".

But the ideal is beautiful, the reality is a bit cruel.

Disengaged from the support, Izabella felt that she could not see the road clearly, the stairs were in front of her, she walked east and west.

Victor followed her and did not say a word, just watched her hold the handrail of the stairs step by step up.

She can indeed walk by herself, is originally a dozen seconds to finish the stairs, Izabella hard to walk for more than a minute.

Well back in her room, Izabella couldn't help but sigh with relief, "Victor, I'm in my room."

As soon as she turned around, she saw Victor behind her.

Izabella was embarrassed: "I'm going to wash my face and just, just go to bed."

"Are you sure you can wash your face like this?"

"Yes, you can."

Izabella said, as she walked inside the bathroom.

Victor frowned for a moment and followed her to the bathroom.

Izabella is squeezing toothpaste, only that toothpaste is not aimed at the toothbrush at all, she just squeezed it out, and the toothpaste fell off.

Twice in a row, Izabella, in a rare moment of temper, leaned against a wall, lowered her head, and stared intently at the toothbrush.

Victor was standing in the doorway watching, with a smile inside his peach blossom eyes.

This time, Izabella finally got the toothpaste on her toothbrush and she was happy, "It's working!"

With that, she also glanced at Victor.

Izabella brushed her teeth and washed her face again.

The cold water hit her face and she woke up a little, looking aside the toilet, Izabella's face was hot: "Victor, I'm ready for bed."

Victor saw the way she just looked at the toilet and her earlobes got a little red, "Well, good night."

"Good night, Victor."

Victor turned and went out of the room and even helped her close the door behind her.

Izabella closed the bathroom door and sat down on the toilet.

After washing her face, she sobered up a bit, smelled herself, and wanted to take a shower.

After a moment's hesitation, Izabella held back.

She drank and took a bad bath.

Although she didn't take a shower, Izabella changed her outfit.

After lying in bed, she couldn't sleep. Looking at the ceiling above her, Izabella thought about tonight's events, and the more she thought about it, the happier she became.

She had never participated in such a group activity before. She had been rejected since middle school, and even when she tried to blend in, they would always say some very hard things and deliberately targe her.

Izabella thought about it and remembered her grandmother.

She hadn't thought of her grandmother for a long time, and she chattered, "Grandma, I'm so happy today! My classmates didn't dislike me or reject me! I played games with them and drank some fruit wine, which was good, but I was a little drunk and embarrassed in front of Victor and Marcus."

Izabella couldn't sleep and rambled into the air for a long time.

Victor came out of the shower and was about to turn out the lights when he noticed that the lights were still on in Izabella's room across the dark hallway.

He frowned for a moment and looked down at the time, it was after 12 pm.

Izabella is still awake?

Victor pulled the door open and went straight to knock on Izabella's door, "Izabella?"

When Izabella inside didn't respond, Victor knocked again, "I'm coming in."

The door of the room was not unlocked, and when he twisted the handle, the door opened.

Izabella is asleep on her desk with a pen in her hand.

Victor raised an eyebrow, lifted his leg and walked over, took the pen out of her hand, and was just about to carry the person back to bed when Izabella, who was lying on the table, suddenly said, "Grandma, I'm so happy."

Victor was struck by a rare moment when his eyes fell on the open book.

Although drunk, Izabella's handwriting is still quite elegant and neat.

Victor is not a person who likes to pry into other people's privacy, however, when he saw the first inning at the beginning, he could not move his eyes: "Grandma, today is the 289th day you left me, I miss you so much! But I'm not crying because I miss you! Because today I am very happy! All the students in my class went to play with me, and they didn't reject me anymore! I learned how to make cookies and cakes with the class president, and Victor and Callie said they were delicious! I also drank some fruit wine, just a little bit, but somehow I got drunk and couldn't walk by myself, so Victor carried me home and I-" The back is a long horizontal line, probably drawn by a pen that was not held steady.

It took two or three lines before there was a new record: "Grandma, they're all well and treating me well! You must be good too! I will try to be happy, I will be very happy-"

It is followed by a few strokes and nothing more.

Victor finished watching and his eyes fell on Izabella, Marcus never said anything about Izabella's previous life.

It just doesn't seem to be that good.

He felt heartache for the first time, and carefully picked Izabella up and put her on the bed, pulling aside a thin quilt to cover her up.

The neckline of the young girl's pajamas was open a little wide, and she turned around and walked a little.

Victor took it all in before he had a chance to retract his eyes.

He just felt a hard rush of something to his brain, and his body was hot inside.

Victor looked down at Izabella sleeping on her side, the young girl with baby fat face because just sleeping on her back and pressed out a large red, slightly pouting lips through the delicate red, pink and tender, see he could not help but reach out and touch a little.

Soft.

So soft.

Victor was somewhat in love with the idea of his thumb landing on that cheek, and it took a great deal of restraint on his part to get his hand back.

He took a quick step back and looked at Izabella on the bed, in a rare moment of panic.

Victor did not dare to stay in this room, raised his hand to turn off the light, turned around and walked out with the door and went back to his room. Just coming back to the room, all the sleepiness has been dispelled.

Victor fell asleep and it was after 2:00 am.

Only he also slept poorly and had a dream of a spring floating edge.