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"Everything seems fine, except your eyes—what happened to them suddenly?" Isabelle asked, her face unusually close to Wang Xiao's.
He could sll the dark, intoxicating fragrance of black orchid emanating from her.
It was a deep, dark, yet sweet scent that clung to the air around her, contrasting with the sharp, almost terrifying presence of Mary, whose gothic aura was straight out of a horror film.
Isabelle's expression remained calm, her usual straight-lipped look oddly adorable as she leaned in.
Even the small, intricate leaf symbol on her forehead seed to glow faintly, her long dark lashes fluttering with subtle grace.
Her glassy, dark eyes reflected the sterile lights above them, almost too perfect.
From the slight gap in her lab coat, he could glimpse her cleavage—smooth, milky white skin that hinted at the heavenly softness beneath, drawing attention effortlessly.
But Wang Xiao, lying on the stretcher, wasn't truly focused on what she was checking.
No, his thoughts were wandering. He was simply admiring her beauty, his mind detached from the situation.
If he wanted, he could burn down the whole academy in a mont.
The thought lingered, but his expression remained innocent, betraying none of the wickedness swirling in his mind.
His gaze, calm and disinterested, gave nothing away.
Isabelle's proximity only added to the strange mood of the mont.
He didn't care about her examination—what was she even checking for?
Not that it mattered.
anwhile, Wang Xueying stood quietly in the corner, trying to shrink into herself.
She couldn't et Wang Xiao's gaze, not after everything that had just happened.
She had practically confessed that her plan was… vile.
Just thinking about it made her face flush with both embarrassnt and sha. It was as if she had revealed her darkest, most twisted thoughts, and now she couldn't shake the feeling that she looked desperate, hungry for sothing that was never hers to take.
She bit her lip, resisting the urge to flee from the room.
But escape was impossible, especially now that Xinyue Zhilan and Wang i had both arrived, their eyes sharp as they observed Wang Xiao's condition.
Wang i, had been suspicious for a while.
She'd noticed sothing was off when the imposter had returned—sothing about his mannerisms hadn't added up.
But now, seeing the glint in Wang Xiao's eyes, the blue irises that had returned to their original shade, she knew.
This was the real Wang Xiao.
The one she had always trusted.
She couldn't help but get slightly defensive and unconsciously glance toward Wang Xueying, who had planned to drug and bed Wang Xiao.
Wang Xueying, sensing Wang i's silent scrutiny, had no choice but to act the part of the proper lady.
She stood still, her rebellious spirit quelled for the mont.
The amused glint in Wang Xiao's eyes only made her more flustered.
He knew, and worse, he wasn't letting her forget it.
Like a flower forced to bend under the weight of a storm, Wang Xueying behaved herself in front of everyone, her earlier wildness now replaced by a calm, subdued air.
It was an amusing sight for Wang Xiao.
Seeing her acting like a proper lady when not long ago she had nearly declared her twisted plan aloud was sothing he couldn't help but find ironic.
Wang Xueying's thoughts were a ss, her mind spinning with emotions she didn't want to confront.
Her plan had always been clear—if Wang Xiao never recovered, she'd bed him and fly away with him, giving him a life where he wouldn't have to worry about his lost mories.
It was all a contingency plan, a way to care for him.
'It wasn't anything sexual, definitely!' she convinced herself, biting her lower lip unconsciously.
But deep down, she knew that wasn't entirely true.
Seven years ago, Wang Xiao had with his all seriousness ntioned that he was her "boyfriend" and said he loved her.
Those words, spoken at such a tender age, had left a mark on her heart.
For a girl of her age now, it might have been easier to brush off such emotions, but when said in youth—when innocence shaped every interaction—those words beca powerful, a seed planted in the heart that would grow over ti.
First loves were a strange thing, and she wasn't immune to the deep effect they could have, especially when it was Wang Xiao, her first and most important bond.
Her feelings, once buried, had taken root.
The way he had looked at her back then, the way he chose her over Wang i… she had clung to those monts, unable to let them go.
So girls would sell their jewelry to save their husband's business.
She thought, her mind flickering to the rare devotion that existed in so won. 'I guess I'm worse...'
But this wasn't just loyalty to Wang Xiao—it was her deep-rooted affection, sothing she had held on to since childhood.
Wang i had always been their mother Xinyue Zhilan's favorite daughter, while Wang Jiarong was the apple of their father's eye.
That left Wang Xiao and Wang Xueying, often overlooked, though the dynamic was different when it ca to their mother.
Mothers often treated sons differently, and Xinyue Zhilan was no exception.
Though she cherished Wang i, there was a special place reserved for Wang Xiao, her son.
He had always been a step above in her eyes, not necessarily in comparison but simply because he was the male heir.
This had left Wang Xueying feeling cornered and neglected at tis, like an afterthought.
But Wang Xiao had always been the one to take care of her, to make her feel special.
Not only had he told her he loved her, but he had made it clear he chose her, not Wang i.
She didn't know it back then, but even at that young age, Wang Xiao had been a bit of a scumbag.
The nervous flutter in her chest now was sothing she couldn't control.
She was anxious, scared he might think of her as a bad girl for what she had tried to do.
Girls only feel that kind of nervousness in front of n they like—and she strangely didn't hate how much power he had over her.
anwhile, that *bastard* wasn't even paying attention.
Wang Xiao's mind had wandered off, utterly disinterested in her for the mont.
Instead, he was busy inspecting Isabelle.
He followed her instructions on the stretcher, his gaze occasionally slipping toward her as she worked.
The dark lashes framing her eyes, the sharp beauty of her features—it was all being silently rated by him.
Even as their mother, Xinyue Zhilan, cast anxious glances toward him, worrying about his sudden eye color change, Wang Xiao wasn't concerned.
His thoughts were too occupied with other things.
He had seen his fair share of voluptuous won over ti, but Isabelle, while attractive, didn't exactly rank higher than Seraphina or Eleanor, let alone Victoria maybe she was more like his sister Jiarong in terms of curves.
To his surprise, Jiarong had begun to take after their mother.
Her figure had grown fuller, more curvaceous, sothing Wang Xiao had noticed with a mix of curiosity and surprise.
Has Xueying also beco a bit curvier?
He mused, his gaze briefly flicking in her direction, though his thoughts were fleeting.
As for Wang i, she remained slender—sothing Wang Xiao oddly preferred.
Her delicate figure seed easier to hold and bully, and he liked that idea.
"Alright, it's okay to discharge him," Isabelle finally said, her voice cool and decisive, marking the end of her examination.
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