Marriage And Love Again

“Here it is.”

Izabella snapped back to attention when Victor’s voice rang out behind her.

The young man leaned over to ride, she sat on the crossbar in front of his car, the other side of a breath hit her hair, so close and clear, the whole time she was almost rigid body, sitting there motionless.

Hearing this from him, Izabella jumped out of the car in a hurry.

It was then that she realized that Victor had brought himself to the river.

There are also many people on the riverside on weekends, but compared to the shopping area on Lovers Street, this side seems much more empty and clean.

Victor locked the car: “Didn’t you want to be quiet?”

Izabella was stunned for a moment, “Ah, oh, thanks, thanks.”

Victor didn’t answer, took out his phone and walked aside to sit on a lounge chair.

Riverside rows of trees, lounge chairs in the shade, the river breeze blowing over, cool as can be.

Izabella walked to the guardrail by the river. The sun was particularly harsh after 3pm, away from the shade, and she stood for a while before the heat became a little too much.

Victor gave her a look, his peachy eyes hooked for a moment, and was just about to get up and go over when he saw Izabella walking back by herself.

Izabella walked back, looked at Victor, hesitated, and sat down beside him.

Only she sat on the most side of the end of the lounge chair, one meter two field of chairs, leaving seventy to eighty centimeters in the middle.

All the way over, she has actually calmed down a lot.

She took out her phone, which had two several messages from Callie, and didn’t say anything, only that she should get some rest.

Izabella pursed her lips and tried to explain, but the words were typed several times and all of them were deleted by her.

Finally, without explanation, Izabella exited the chat page and looked down at her phone, not knowing what she should do.

Lost in thought, the tail finger accidentally touched the game, and a sudden start-up sound rang out, and Izabella was startled for a moment.

She looked at Victor in embarrassment, but found Victor listening to a song with his eyes closed and his wireless headphones.

Izabella sighed with relief and looked at the game login page, she remembered that it seemed like she hadn’t logged into the game for a little while.

Anyway, there is nothing to do, the mood is chaotic, play the game it.

I haven’t logged into the game for over a week, and my friend Xu’s avatar is dark.

Izabella has been brought up to King by Xu, and after playing the game for a while, she is not the same white girl she was at the beginning, but her skills obviously do not belong in this segment.

Fortunately, she played with assistance, keeping in mind what Xu had told her, and although she didn’t play well, she didn’t play too badly either.

But without a teammate like Xu, who obviously takes flight, and playing as a support himself, Izabella lost two games in a row.

She plays one more hand and drops off the king.

Victor squinted for a while, opened his eyes to find the person next to him excessively quiet, and inclined his head to look over, only to see Izabella playing a game.

He raised an eyebrow and swept the ID above the hero Izabella was operating on, and the word “Jessie” immediately caught his eye.

Victor was struck by a rare moment and looked at Izabella with a strange feeling in his heart.

Tsk, that’s coincidental.

The gaze of the people beside her was so obvious that Izabella’s cheeks burned a little when she was looked at, and if she wasn’t careful, she died straight away.

Izabella looked up, embarrassed, at Victor: “I, there’s nothing to do.”

“Oh.”

Victor responded carelessly, as if he didn’t care what she was doing.

Izabella was still a bit embarrassed and played distractedly for the next ten minutes or so, and finally lost another game without surprise, dropping directly from King to Starburst.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She quit the game straight away, her hand holding the slightly burning phone, “I’m in a much better mood, Victor.”

Victor heard her call herself “Victor”, some inexplicable emotions at the bottom of his heart, peach blossom eyes moved slightly: “Back?”

Izabella glanced at the bike parked behind her, “I’ll, I’ll take the bus back.”

Victor snorted, “You think there’s a bus back here?”

Izabella blushed and looked at Victor to say, “That’s not very nice, Victor.”

Victor heard the rejection in her words, Victor grew up only he refused the part of girls, but this Izabella, do not know the good and bad very much.

He grunted, “What were you thinking?”

Izabella was inexplicably vain when he looked at her, and pulled out a random excuse: “It’s not very comfortable to sit.”

Victor took a look at the car he had and didn’t say anything else: “I’ll take a cab.”

He didn’t like to meddle, but if something happened to Izabella on her way back, how could he explain to Alicia?

Finally Victor took a taxi, the bike was put in the trunk, and the two of them took an internet taxi back.

Back at the Lloyd family but after 4pm, Alicia and Ashle were out of town and Marcus was not home for the weekend school club activities.

Izabella changed her skirt for a short doll collar shirt and shorts in lotus pink.

This time it’s just a midterm, not the end of the college entrance exam, and there’s still a lot of homework.

Izabella took out the math paper from her school bag. She and Callie had been asking Antonio for math tutoring for some time, and now they could do the problems much easier than before.

Izabella was a little stunned when there was a knock on the door of her room.

She put down her pen, got up and opened the door, and froze when she saw Victor standing in the doorway, “Victor?”

“What’s the assignment for this week?”

Izabella was startled for a moment, reacted and stumbled, “Language, language is to memorize “Spring River Flowers and Moonlight” and a small paper, mathematics is a large paper, English is the 7th issue of the newspaper, things, physics-”

“Show me your homework register.”

Without waiting for her to speak, Victor spoke up and interrupted her directly.

Izabella gave him a look, turned to her desk and handed him her homework register.

The font on this book is clear and beautiful, which is quite similar to Izabella’s character.

Victor looked at it for a moment and gave it back to her, “Thanks.”

He said, his eyes sweeping to the math paper on her desktop, “Can’t do the big questions?”

Izabella embarrassed, she is not completely will not, just think particularly slow.

When she didn’t say anything, Victor raised an eyebrow, “Come out, I’ll teach you.”

“Huh? Oh.”

Izabella is naturally happy to be taught.

She looked at Victor’s back for a few seconds and turned around in a hurry to follow him with her math paper.

In addition to the nanny, Victor and Izabella are the only two people left in the large villa. The nanny is usually only active on the first and second floors, and the third floor is Izabella’s room, and with Marcus away, the entire third floor is just Victor and her.

There was juice on the table, Victor opened a bottle, tilted his head and drank most of it, sitting on the sofa, leaning casually with his hands open: “Which don’t you understand?”

Izabella hesitated, but sat down beside him: “Here, I don’t know how to prove that this is an isosceles triangle.”

Victor leaned down slightly and looked at it for a few seconds. The topic was simple and he knew how to do it at a glance.

Subconsciously, he wanted to say “how stupid”, but when his eyes fell into the bright eyes of the young girl, he changed it to something else: “Give me the pen.”