Marriage And Love Again

Victor looked across the table, from the time he sat down to eat, Izabella had barely raised her head, and the dishes were only the one in front of her.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Victor raised an eyebrow, reached over to the side of her rice bowl, and tapped the table, “You hate me a lot?”

Izabella was eating when a hand suddenly appeared in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, then she heard Victor’s words.

She looked up in surprise and looked across at Victor, blinking slightly, “No, no.”

“No?”

Victor hummed and looked at her with a smirk, the meaning was very obvious.

Izabella was looked at the cheeks red, embarrassed, hesitantly bit a lip, half a long time before speaking: “Victor does not like … quiet?”

She actually wanted to say, “It’s not that I don’t like people talking to you,” but when the words came to her mouth, she changed her words.

Victor chucked a piece of beef, “You mean you’re afraid to talk to me or ask me questions because I like to be quiet?”

Izabella didn’t say anything, but the expression said it all.

Victor looked across the table and, for some reason, felt a few moments of holding his breath, “Then you’re really smart.”

Izabella was embarrassed, sensing the other party’s inexplicable anger, she bit her chopsticks and dared not speak again.

Victor casually chucked some food and finished his meal in a few bites.

“I’m full.”

Putting down the dishes, he got up and went straight upstairs.

Izabella was left alone in the empty dining room. Izabella looked at Victor’s back and couldn’t help but bite her chopsticks.

Did she say the wrong thing?

But what did she say that was wrong?

She had been Victor’s desk mate for over a month, and even without Callie saying so, she could see that Victor was indeed more aloof than the rest of his classmates, and didn’t really like being asked for advice.

Whenever a student comes over with an exercise book and asks Victor for help, Victor either gets up and leaves or just lies down on his desk and pretends to sleep.

Occasionally, during class, the students next to me chatted about some interesting issues and asked Victor, who generally ignored them.

Only when Milo calls out to him, Victor will reluctantly open his mouth.

Izabella has always been very self-aware, she does not want to “morally kidnap” Victor because of her special relationship with Alicia.

He does not like to communicate with others, do not like to return to others to ask for advice, then she will try not to disturb him, but also try to ask other students who do not know the problem, she did not mean anything else, she just respect his character.

Yet why, he seems to be angry?

Izabella ate dinner and packed up her things before going upstairs.

The door to the room across the hall was left open, and she could hear the sounds of the game being played across the room.

Izabella stood in the doorway for a moment, until the sounds of the game ended and she raised her hand to knock on Victor’s door.

Victor because it was Marcus came back, the door to his room was not light tight, just hidden, so did not bother to get up, and simply said, “Come in.”

Izabella was a little embarrassed and hesitated for a second before pushing the door open and entering, “Victor.”

At the sound of the voice, Victor was stunned for a rare moment: “Something wrong?”

Izabella entered the boy’s room for the first time, and did not dare to look around, just looked at Victor who was sitting diagonally on the floating window: “Victor, I’m sorry. I’m not very good at talking, so I hope you don’t mind if what I just said offends you.”

Victor had a rare moment of weakness, he didn’t know why he felt a little angry, and now his ears were a little red as he listened to Izabella’s apology, “Did you say anything to offend me?”

Izabella had come to apologize, not expecting Victor to throw the question at herself, and she blinked with a blank expression, “No.”

Victor looked at the person in front of him, but it was the first time he saw such a retarded person, he snickered, glanced at the phone and put the phone screen backwards, “Have you memorized “Spring River Flower and Moon Night”?”

“Huh? Back, back.”

“Then lend me your language book, I didn’t bring it back.”

Izabella was stunned for a moment and reacted with her round eyes shining slightly: “Oh oh, I’ll go get it for you then.”

“Hmm.”

Victor responded, tossing his phone onto the bed and getting up to walk over to his desk.

Izabella quickly brought back her language book and placed it next to her desk, “Victor.”

“Thanks, can you do the big math questions on the midterm?”

Victor asked absently as he flipped through his language book.

Izabella blushed at once: “The last two questions, not too good.”

He inclined his head to look at her, “Oh, normal, and you’re not the only one who won’t.”

Turning to one of the texts, Victor scanned it: “Do you know it by heart?”

“No, not very well.”

Izabella couldn’t figure out what Victor wanted to do, and every question was not something she could think of. Izabella stood there with the nervousness of an elementary school teacher in detention.

“You carry it back.”

Victor looked at Izabella, he found that Izabella likes to blush, but her skin is still white, when her face is red, it is like a boiled shrimp, it is very obvious.

He found it interesting, a few rare moments of playfulness were born.

Izabella’s grip suddenly loosened and the person swayed a bit, looking at Victor in embarrassment: “I don’t remember the first sentence, Victor.”

Because of embarrassment, her voice was small and thin.

Victor raised his eyebrows. I don’t know if she was too nervous or really didn’t memorize it, but Izabella found that she couldn’t remember the second sentence either, and she stood there, holding her face red: “I’m not familiar with it, I don’t remember.”

“What are you nervous about, I’m just asking casually, and I didn’t memorize it. Here, take it back and memorize it yourself.”

Izabella has no face to talk, took the language book and wanted to leave, only she just turned around and was again shouted by Victor: “Aren’t you going to talk to godmother about this afternoon?”

Izabella stiffened and turned to look at him pleadingly, “Can Victor help me, help me hide this from Aunt Alicia?”

What had happened, she didn’t want to make it difficult for Alicia too.

Victor is not a nosy person, but Marcus asked him to take care of Izabella, and with everything going on today, Izabella is still trying to hide it from Alicia.

That’s something he’s not so much in favor of.

“Those two girls this afternoon were your former classmates?”

“Hmm.”

“They come to you a lot?”

Izabella pursed her lips for a moment, “Not anymore.”

“What about when they come back to you?”

Izabella was unable to answer this question, and the blood was gone from her face in an instant as she looked up at him, “I, I don’t know.”

“If you don’t tell godmother about something like this, who do you expect to help you next time?”

Victor’s words hit the nail on the head and Izabella bit her lip, looking at him but still stubborn: “I, still don’t want Aunt Alicia to know.”

She said, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Victor watched her eyes get red and couldn’t help but frown: “Don’t cry, I can’t coax.”

At his words, Izabella’s tears got stuck in the corner of her eyes, not knowing whether it was better to blink and let them fall or to tilt her head and pour them back inside her eyes.