Alexander smiled and said very firmly, "I know you can't bear to hurt me. I always do. You love me so much. How could you bear to hurt me?"
Isabella didn't want to hurt him, as she wanted to leave as soon as possible and never wanted to see his face again. It wasn't like what the man claimed.
"Izzy..."
When Alexander reached out to Isabella again, she raised the ashtray and smashed it at his head without hesitation.
His forehead was cut open, and blood was trickling down his forehead. However, he looked at Isabella as if he wasn't in pain at all and smiled still, "Izzy, I know you are still mad at me. You can hit me for as long as you want. Yet after you calm down, come back with me."
The cut on his forehead was deep, and blood was trickling down to his face, body, and hands, but Alex
