I couldn’t help but feel a little smug.
I admit I felt a bit vain then, imaging you getting jealous over .
But now I realize my mistake.
I reflect deeply and seriously.
As a married woman, as Di the Third’s wife, I should have a strong sense of self-discipline, always keeping a barrier around myself.
I shouldn’t entertain any man’s advances.
Because I am a married woman, it’s not right to casually entertain advances. It’s not good for others, not good for myself, not good for you.
That Princess who just ca looking for you, you didn’t flirt with her, this made realize my mistake even more.
I’m really sorry.
Husband, I’m sorry, can you not be angry anymore, please?
Di Mingjue finished reading rather quickly, fingers caressing his phone, his lips breaking into an involuntary smile. Hmm, it’s quite a politically aware reflection.
A deep reflection, realization of mistake was tily, and her attitude was sincere.
In fact, he never imagined Gu Qibao would text him such a ssage.
An irresistible smile shone on his handso face.
Isabella saw this scene as she arrived, which stopped her in her tracks for a mont.
What kind of man was he?
Every feature was flawless, reaching the epito of perfection.
His long and lean legs were captivating, his aura was profoundly masculine.
The white shirt he wore suited him well, exuding an aura that was noble yet assertive, like a god ruling over the Dark Night Empire.
She had never seen a man look so good and sexy in a simple white shirt until now.
That strong masculine allure was enough to make anyone blush, even from a distance.
At this mont, he was laughing charmingly, like a charming demon that could ensnare souls. Isabella felt her heart beating faster.
Isabella believed she had never seen such a fascinating man before.
She was an architecture student, and when she heard Di Mingjue propose such a plan, she naturally felt surprised and in awe.
This encounter was even more exhilarating.
A perfect blend of frosty charm and good looks, coupled with a man’s charm – just standing next to him would surely be satisfying.
Isabella slowed her steps and approached gently.
As if he hadn’t noticed, Di Mingjue outstretched his beautiful fingers and texted Gu Qibao back, "Naughty wife, wait for your husband to co ho."
After he finished replying, he put away his phone, only to furrow his brows instantly and gave the advancing Isabella a cold look, his eyes full of extre displeasure.
The smile that Isabella had been wearing froze on her lips. The sharp contrast in his behavior was too much!
One mont, he was charmingly smiling at his phone, the next, he wore a stone-cold expression, extrely displeased.
Isabella awkwardly masked her embarrassnt and walked around him to the other side.
Di Mingjue’s face remained stoically cold. He detested the strong scent of won, and Princess Isabella seed to have used quite a bit of perfu.
Di Mingjue didn’t spare Isabella another glance, resolutely he said, "Princess, if you have sothing to say, say it quickly, I’m short on ti."
"Are you in a hurry, Young Master Di?" Isabella smirked and directed her staff to serve Di Mingjue another cup of hot tea.
"Indeed, quite urgent," Di Mingjue responded, "So I don’t want to hear nonsense. Let’s get to the point. What is your royal family implying? Speak your mind, no need for formalities, the matter at hand regards business."
Isabella’s eyes dimd. Though his words were about doing business, he was distancing himself from any sort of relationship, even disdaining the idea of flattery.
This man really is as arrogant as the rumors suggest.
His sense of superiority is perfectly exemplified in him.
User Comments
0 comments from readers