Forbidden Love Under The royal Canopy

3. Losing Consciousness

For a lifetime, this was the first time Zane had to spend his energy just on a woman, especially the lover of his stepbrother with whom he had a strained relationship. This time, he wouldn't take back his words along with Christ a few minutes ago, because, in reality, women can be troublesome. Zane's hand gripped Isabelle's wrist, dragging her out of the nightclub. What infuriated him more was when the alcohol-influenced woman insisted on staying put.

Adding to Zane's difficulty, Isabelle released her grip on his wrist, turned around, and walked back towards the club. Her unsteady body collided with several people, causing her to fall. Immediately, Zane massaged his temples. Without wanting to hear Isabelle's ramblings, he roughly pulled her. Initially, he thought of contacting Ethan to take care of his intoxicated girlfriend, but given their poor communication, Zane decided to put his phone away and opted to guide Isabelle to a long chair.

Zane observed the disheveled appearance of the woman, unlike what he usually saw at family events. Isabelle felt her body being thrown, but there was still some support, making her feel light as if she could freely fly. However, her head throbbed painfully; she recalled only taking a few sips. Apparently, she was quite weak when it came to alcoholic beverages.

Isabelle turned her head, trying to recognize the figure beside her, even though her vision was blurry. "Are you a human?" she asked softly. Isabelle's hand reached out to touch Zane's face, but he promptly moved it away.

Isabelle pouted and rubbed her own wrist. She also felt her wrist, accompanied by a gentle stroke. "You're very rough," she complained. "Look! My wrist hurts because of you!" Isabelle continued, handing her wrist towards Zane.

Zane glanced briefly, yeah... it was true that there was a reddish bruise on her wrist. However, Zane simply shifted Isabelle's hand. "I'll take you home." The man stood up and was about to grab Isabelle's wrist, but she beat him to it.

Isabelle's face looked melancholic. If observed more closely, the fading makeup and swollen eyes made Zane wonder if the woman with him had been crying before.

"Whoever you are, I beg you, I don't want to go home," she whispered. "Take me flying, I want to be free and dance like a bird," she explained, ending with a short laugh.

Zane took a deep breath. The longer it took, the more uncontrollable Isabelle became due to alcohol. "Yes, I will take you flying, then drop you into the abyss," he sarcastically retorted. Zane released her wrist, attempting to pull her up from her seat.

"Ah, you're so mean. You should be kind to Princess Isabelle," she teased while giggling. Afterward, Isabelle shook her head. "I'm not a Princess, you know the fairy tale about the girl with long golden hair?" she asked, tilting her head up. Her gaze started to blur, but she forced herself not to lose consciousness.

"Rapunzel?" Zane replied, unsure.

Isabelle smiled broadly. "Ah, yes... Rapunzel, I'm like Rapunzel," she said.

"Rapunzel has long golden hair; you're not like her," Zane immediately contradicted, knowing that Isabelle was trying to liken herself to that character.

"I beg you, Prince, set me free." Isabelle spoke again softly while laying her head parallel to Zane's stomach.

"I'm not a prince; I'm the devil of death," he replied casually.

Zane sighed in frustration; it seemed like it was his unlucky day to deal with a situation like this. He tried to move Isabelle's head away, but when he pushed her, she clung even more.

Truly, Zane felt like he was going crazy.

"All right, then try taking my life for a moment," she said with a little laugh.

Nuts.

"You better go home and sleep with your caretaker!" Zane snapped.

"I don't want to, I want to be Rapunzel."

"I've already said you won't be Rapunzel. Your hair is too ugly."

Zane didn't want to go insane by continuously dealing with a drunk person. With all his strength, he pulled Isabella. Dragging her to the parking lot without asking if Isabelle had her own vehicle. Besides, he was sure no vehicle parked there would be missing even if left for a few days.

Zane pressed the lock button, and his car beeped. He walked quickly to where the car was parked. His left hand opened the door, while his right hand gripped Isabella's wrist and immediately pushed her into the car.

Zane tried to ignore the incomprehensible ramblings coming from Isabelle's mouth. He quickly got into the car and started the engine.

The relatively quiet road allowed Zane to speed quickly until he reached a tall building where he usually stood when wanting to isolate himself from his family.

He glanced briefly at Isabelle, still lying with closed eyes. Nevertheless, her mouth occasionally remained active.

He quickly stepped out, then opened the back door. In his heart, he swore this would be the first and last time. His hand reached for Isabelle's body, lifting her in a bridal style. Zane took quick steps and immediately pressed the elevator button and went straight to his apartment.

The sound of the elevator rang, and in a second, the door opened, revealing a dimly lit room with only one bed lamp.

Zane gently placed Isabelle on the bed, pulling the blanket to cover her slightly exposed body.

Afterward, Zane went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the cold water soak his head. He hoped he hadn't made a mistake. Instead of taking the woman to her own residence, he had brought Isabelle to his apartment.

Zane thought that if they found out Isabelle had returned home under the influence of alcohol, especially with him, it would only make the situation worse. Moreover, Isabelle repeatedly said she didn't want to go home, which made him uncomfortable.

After cooling his head for almost an hour, Zane came out, and of course, the sight of a woman sleeping in his bed made him sigh deeply. Did he look like a kidnapper taking his stepbrother's girlfriend?

Zane sighed deeply. His hand reached out to pull out the drawer not far from him, taking a box where he usually kept medication. He took a cream in a round container.

He gently touched Isabelle's wrist, applying the cream to her reddened skin. Consider this as his responsibility and a thank-you gesture because Isabelle often fed his pet cat when she was at home. Zane emphasized that this would be the last time he dealt with Isabelle.

Isabelle groaned softly with some small movements. It seemed like she hadn't fully fallen asleep. However, her eyes remained closed.

"You know, I'm very tired. Why do they keep treating me like a baby who needs to be given milk?" Isabelle suddenly said.

"Because you are a troublesome baby," Zane replied.

Isabelle chuckled. "Well then, come hug me. I'm your little baby."

Without warning, Isabelle pulled Zane's hand, causing him to lose balance and fall right next to her. Even without realizing it, Isabelle's hand had already encircled Zane's body.

Damn alcohol.