After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 797

Isabelle's mind was a bit confused, but the man holding her neck tightly like he meant business

reminded her of everything that was happening at the moment.

She gritted her teeth, with the taste of rust permeating between her lips and teeth.

Due to the fact that her lip was bitten and broken, her consciousness also regained some clarity.

She swiftly and accurately aimed for the man's neck with a sharp strike. She was no longer the

submissive woman she used to be, as she had already acquired basic self-defense skills. Even though

she was poisoned now, she didn't want to die without a fight, let alone become someone else's prey!

A strong will to survive drove her, causing her to first relax the man's vigilance, allowing her to strike

with a single blow.

Almost everyone in the Athena Society knows this trick, taught by Sylvia. It is fast, accurate, and easy

to go unnoticed. As long as you seize the opportunity, you can hit it and save yourself!

The man's neck stiffened, his eyes widened, and he stared at her intently. "You slut!"

He lifted his foot to kick Isabelle, but the man suddenly felt a numb and prickly sensation in the back of

his neck. He forgot about Isabelle and reached for the silver needle on his own neck.

With a single tug, his eyes rolled back and he suddenly slumped to the ground with a thud, unable to

get up.

Isabelle stumbled towards the door, feeling weak all over. The door that she could usually open with a

gentle pull now took her several attempts as her hands trembled.

This was when the door was pulled open.

She stumbled to Darius's door and reached out to knock, but the door was pulled open from inside. Her

body, which had been leaning against the door, went limp and she fell into the man's arms.

Darius was taken aback, and reached out his long arms to catch the woman's limp body.

After touching her waist, he was shocked to find that her skin was scorching hot through the thin fabric

of her clothes.

He looked at the woman in his arms, her face flushed with a hint of strangeness.

His pupils were now tinged with a hint of charming haziness, gazing at him softly.

This was not like her!

She usually treated him with courtesy and restraint, with a hint of aloofness.

Darius never wanted to force her, as the slow and steady approach was the best way forward. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

And he also knew that she had been hurt, so he was even more cautious about making any rash

moves.

Just now she stumbled and rushed over, it was an accident.

Upon seeing the marks on her neck and the slap mark on her cheek.

Darius was burning with anger. With his entourage, he placed the now-raging Isabelle on the bed and

immediately ordered his men to investigate what had happened.

Darius's face darkened as he locked the door and then returned to his bed.

He looked down at the delicate beauty lying on the bed, and his breath caught for a moment.

While he gave orders to his subordinates, the woman on the bed somehow managed to remove her

own clothes.

That cherry-red mouth was now unconsciously whispering, "Hot... So hot..."

Darius was a mature man. As early as when Isabelle came in, he clearly discovered she was drugged.

Just the thought of someone with malicious intentions drugging her made his face grow even darker.

While feeling gloomy, he also had a hint of relief.

Fortunately, the person she knocked on the door was him, not someone else.

In her heart, she trusts him.

At the thought of this, Darius's lips curled slightly upwards. She had taken a strong medicine and if he

didn't help her relieve it, she would be very uncomfortable and there would be no cure for it.

He has already sent someone to investigate the mastermind behind the scenes and believes that

results will be available soon.

Isabelle is a bit confused and her mind is blank.

Her two fair hands waved unconsciously in the air, trying to find that piece of driftwood.

What did she touch?

Her hazy eyes gazed at the man beside the bed, such a handsome man...

Unconsciously, she licked her red lips. In the next moment, as Darius hesitated, unsure of what to do...

The woman's soft lips suddenly blocked his.

She clung to him like a soft octopus, "Save me... Save me..."

Her voice was hoarse and she whispered softly.

If one remains indifferent, it is simply not being a man.

Darius's eyes darkened, desire evident on his handsome face. His sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and

down as he spoke, "Isabelle, this is your doing... don't blame me!"

Isabelle slowly opened her eyes in the sound of rustling drizzle.

A strong arm is wrapped around her slender waist at the hips.

She was startled and about to get up, but suddenly felt a headache.

Countless memories flooded into my mind.

Her face turned red instantly, and she quietly pinched the man's arm and gently placed it on the bed.

Then she tiptoed off the bed, picked up her own clothes from the floor and grabbed her shoes, ready to

sneak back to her room quietly.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, a husky and sexy male voice came from behind.

It's drizzling outside with a rustling sound, while the atmosphere inside the house is awkward.

She never thought she would end up sleeping with Darius last night...

Sleeping like a log, sleeping so soundly that it feels like the world could end and you wouldn't even

notice.

Now Darius feel refreshed and comfortable, it's hard to describe how good it feels.

Indeed, men need to sleep with women to achieve physical and mental health.

"I..."

As soon as Isabelle opened her mouth, her throat hurt a lot.

But she held back, her face turning as red as a cherry tomato. "I was attacked last night and it seems

like I was poisoned... Thank you for saving me, Mr. Foster."

"Shouldn't you show your gratitude with action?" Darius raised his eyebrows and looked at her

wickedly. "Isabelle, you have already slept with me and given birth to our daughter. You should be

responsible for me."

Isabelle's face turned even redder. "What responsibility do I have..."

Darius was straightforward, "Marriage. Come back to H Rovirsa with me."

He has been staying here for quite some time, and he previously tried to develop a relationship with

her.

But she always avoids him tightly, even if they are in the same room, she is always polite and distant.

Unexpectedly, the other party had malicious intentions, but it ended up bringing them together.

The man curled his lips and said, "I've sent someone to investigate. The poison you've been infected

with is not easy to cure. Do you think sleeping once is enough? You must sleep a total of forty-nine

times to completely remove it. Otherwise... you're very likely..."

Isabelle's face paled, "How come?"

"Of course, if you don't want to detox, it's up to you. If something happens to you and you pass away,

don't worry, I will take good care of Bethany and raise her into adulthood."

Darius' handsome face appeared particularly wicked on this drizzly morning.

Isabelle lowered her eyelids, and her long lashes covered her clear eyes. A slight chill emanated from

her body.

She was sad.

Feeling uneasy, she heard Darius say again, "If you don't want to be with me, you can find another man

you find pleasing... um, as an antidote."

Where can Isabelle find a man who is pleasing to her eyes? A strong sense of despair rose in her

heart.

"If you're willing, I can be your hero and sacrifice my body to be the antidote for you." Darius had

appeared in front of her at some point, his tall figure enveloping her tightly in his arms. "Do you... want

me to?"

His voice seemed to carry a hint of temptation.

Isabelle's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she couldn't figure it out...

"Mr. Foster, you don't have to sacrifice yourself..."

"This is not sacrifice, this is voluntary," Darius interrupted her voice. "The decision has been made, we

will detox every night until it's done forty-nine times."

He just doesn't believe that after forty-nine times, Isabelle won't develop feelings for him.

Men cannot hesitate and be indecisive when pursuing women.

Darius thought to himself in his mind.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Isabelle critically, "Could it be that my performance last night didn't

meet your expectations?"

Isabelle's face immediately turned redder, not understanding why he, who usually looked handsome,

could speak such explicit words.

This made her feel embarrassed to speak, "I'll go back to my room first."

She said it and then fled away as if escaping.

Vienna.

The sun is shining brightly and the sky is as clear as crystal.

Early in the morning, Franklin left the hotel with Sylvia and drove on the highway.

Sylvia raised an eyebrow and looked at the man beside her, "Where are you taking me?"

"After you get there, you'll know," Franklin said with a charming smile, his eyes slightly upturned at the

corners, exuding a captivating allure.