XLV | Parting Ways

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In her dream, Isabelle saw a young, fair-skinned boy in a school uniform. As the dream changed, the young man turned into the modern-clothed, cold yet charming Alexander. 

Perhaps because Alexander and Isabelle had grown closer recently—he wasn't as cold to her as before—she actually dreamed a dream she hadn't dared to after so many years - The picture of her and Alexander getting married...

In the dream, Alexander wore a dark suit in the ceremony—he was awfully handsome. All their close friends were there to give their most sincere blessings. Under their master of ceremonies' instructions, they gave their most devoted vows and exchanged rings. During a round of cheers, Alexander slowly lowered his head and kissed her...

His handsome face in front of her grew bigger, and she stared at his lips. Just as her lips were about to touch his, Isabelle abruptly opened her eyes, waking up from her dream.

The world around her was silent. She blinked twice and realized that she was home, at York Garden. She creased her brows, groggily standing up. She surveyed the room for a second—there was no one besides her. The curtains weren't shut, so the sunlight from outside was awfully bright. It lit up half the room.

She remembered. Last night, she was at the hot spring resort, so how did she get back here in York Garden?

Isabelle thought hard before realizing that she had forgotten a large portion of events that had happened last night.

She couldn't think of how that might have happened, so she thought that she might as well give up. Raising her head to look at the European style clock on the wall, she realized that it was almost afternoon, and there was a scene to shoot in the early afternoon. Suddenly, Isabelle reached for her phone by the pillow. In the end, she didn't feel anything, so she circled the room. She had the habit of carrying her bag up, but it wasn't in the room either.

Confused, Isabelle walked over to the bathroom and quickly washed her face. She went downstairs, circled the living room, looking all over.

Madam Mary, who had heard movement outside, came out from the kitchen and saw Isabelle. She immediately gave her a warm smile and said, "Mrs. Smith, are you awake?"

Isabelle smiled gently at her and asked in bewilderment, "Madam Mary, have you seen my bag?"

Madam Mary shook her head and said, "Mrs. Smith, Mr. Smith carried you home in the night. You didn't bring a bag."

Didn't bring a bag? Alexander carried her back?

Only then did Isabelle lower her head to look down at the clothes she wore. She found herself in a brand-new feminine cotton Chanel dress. She became even more confused. Why did Alexander carry her home?

Madam Mary saw Isabelle just standing there on her own. With her delicate brows creased, she was clearly in a daze. Madam Mary thought about Alexander's orders in the morning. She immediately said, "Mrs Smith, Mr. Smith told me to cook porridge. He told me to serve it when you wake up."

Isabelle still felt like something must have happened last night, but she couldn't think of what. After hearing Madam Mary's voice, she flatly replied with an "Oh". She looked a little dazed as she walked into the dining room.

Madam Mary swiftly served the porridge she had left to warm. She placed it in front of Isabelle, as well as a few side dishes.

Isabelle held the spoon and casually stirred the porridge. Every now and then, she would lower her head to take a sip. In the end, she couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer and looked at Madam Mary who stood to one side, serving her. She asked, "Madam Mary, when Mr. Smith came back in the morning, did he say anything?"

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