Because he rejected her, not only rejected but did so with a haughty and dismissive tone, "You think you’re worthy of being my woman?"
Isabella felt extre embarrassnt, feeling like she couldn’t hold up her head in dignity, she was after all a princess of a nation, the dream lover of countless n in her country.
For her to lower herself to this extent and yet still be rejected with disdain, it was an unprecedented humiliation.
But it was precisely because of his rejection that a defiant fla was lit in her heart. She refused to believe that this man was not drawn to her in the least!
Her appearance, figure, status, position, intellect, education—she excelled in every aspect, and yet he still looked down on her!
Isabella quivered in anger, yet at the sa ti, she was also inexplicably excited.
For twenty-plus years on her princess throne, all n always treated her with the utmost care and affection, the only one who dared to disrespect her in this manner was Di Mingjue!
Because of this, her desire to conquer him stirred even more.
The more elusive the object of desire, the more srizing it becos!
Looking at Isabella’s hand on the doorknob, Di Mingjue’s icy cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with utter frostiness, "You’d better remove your hand, don’t force to use force."
Isabella chuckled, "Why are you so angry, Lord? Isn’t it just a matter of relations between a man and a woman? Do you prefer the young lady in that room?"
"What’s it to you?" Di Mingjue responded rudely, his cold gaze frosty and carrying a stern warning.
Isabella chuckled again, "So, you prefer a woman like that."
"Who I’m attracted to has nothing to do with you," replied Di Mingjue indifferently. "For the last ti, let go or don’t bla for getting rough."
In reality, Isabella felt nervous inside. He didn’t seem to be joking and it looked like he might actually hit her.
Isabella couldn’t help but tremble slightly, but she mustered the courage, readjusting her facial expression into a bright, beautiful smile.
Because not only did she desire Di Mingjue, the royal family of C Country needed a man like him as well.
Emotions aside, there were also so interests at stake, so she had to do her best and use all her ans to achieve her goal.
With these thoughts in mind, Isabella timidly extended her hand toward Di Mingjue, all the while smiling coyly, "Lord, how could you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Isabella scread out. Her eyes suddenly turned teary red.
She never expected that Di Mingjue would actually strike her!
Her hand had barely touched him when he twisted it violently in response, causing her to wince in pain.
He did not show her any rcy at all!
Di Mingjue looked at her with cold and disgusted eyes, let go of her hand, pushed her aside, and stated heartlessly, "Do you think I’m the type of man who would be satisfied with any woman? The princess of C country, you truly opened my eyes. My apologies, but I have lost all interest in this alliance."
Having said that, he walked out the door without looking back.
Isabella was so flustered, she nearly spat out blood. She scread at the door, "Di Mingjue, don’t flatter yourself too much! Do you actually think you can walk out of my palace?"
Di Mingjue turned his head, looked back, and smirked arrogantly, "What about it? Do you think you’ve got what it takes to stop ?"
He laughed after speaking, his laugh saturated with sarcasm. "Perhaps you do have what it takes to stop , but if you want your entire nation to go down with , then be my guest and try."
Isabella was stunned; this man radiated such an overwhelming aura, did he fear nothing, not even death?
There were so many guards at the gate, with a single command from her he wouldn’t be able to leave alive!
But she couldn’t kill Di Mingjue, she didn’t even dare to!
Humiliated thus by Di Mingjue, Isabella was suprely pissed off, but she was helpless.
The most infuriating thing has to be this. You’re livid with anger, but you can’t lay a finger on him!
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