Isabella’s skin was fair, with a hint of pink. Under the lights of the revolving restaurant and the contrast of her burgundy dress, she looked even more alluring than before.
“Let go!” Isabella angrily said.
“Or what? No one will interrupt us today. We have all the time we need. You missed me, haven't you? Admit it already, babe. You look so different from before. Have you dressed up intentionally because of me?” Andrew’s gaze was too blatant, making Isabella feel extremely nervous. She tried to shake off his grip, but Andrew was a tall and strong man. Her attempt to shake him off failed.
“Isabella, you’re mine. Why did you keep running away from me? Why do you always behave like that, refusing to let me talk or whatever? Don't be so impolite, my darling.” Andrew’s eyes were burning wit
