After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174 That Man Has Crossed the Line

Isabel did her best to control her breathing and heartbeat to keep the man from noticing that she was pretending to be asleep. She waited quietly for the man's next actions.

Mwah ...

A faint sound broke the silence as a gentle kiss pressed her lips.

Her heartbeat nearly missed a beat.

How dare this man sneak a kiss while I'm "asleep"!

Isabel thought of these days when they shared the same bed. Now she realized just how comfortable he'd gotten with these secret kisses. How many times had he done this when I was unaware?

What's happening to me? I was never this careless. It was because the environment in which she grew up in her previous life caused her to be vigilant at all times, whether it was day or night. Even in the deepest of sleep, the slightest disturbance would wake her.

Could it be because I've unconsciously dropped my guard and grown less careful around this man?

The thought made her head throb.

She didn't know if it was a good thing or bad to feel so defenseless around him.

Lost in a haze of confusion, she barely noticed as his cool lips brushed her forehead, landing in a light kiss.

However, it didn't stop there. Slowly, he let his lips trail down her forehead, nose, chin, the curve of her neck, and across her collarbone ...

If he went any further, she would have to drop the pretense.

Thankfully, he seemed to have some restraint. Instead, he shifted his attention to her hand, lifting it gently. He kissed her palm, then turned it over, pressing a kiss onto the back of her hand.

Not a single hand was left untouched.

Isabel felt her temples throb in frustration. She almost couldn't stand the urge to sit up and snap, "Hey, I'm asleep, not dead! Are you done? Or are you planning to savor every inch?"

Finally, he withdrew, seemingly satisfied.

Isabel sat up, staring at the closed door with an exasperated expression. She glanced down, inspecting her hand before touching her forehead, her nose, and her lips.

There were no visible traces of his kisses, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that each place he'd kissed now bore an invisible mark, an imprint that was uniquely his alone.

The more Isabel dwelled on it, the stronger that indescribable shame pulsed through her.

After a while, she shook her head, brushing off the thoughts.

No more distractions. Time to focus.

She took her phone from the bedside table and quickly typed out a message to Beowulf.

"Have you ever heard of the Nelsons?"

Beowulf's response came almost instantly.

"The Nelsons? From Daytonia?"

"Yeah."

"I don't recall that there's a Nelsons among the elite family circle. Maybe they're from a smaller one."

Isabel typed back, "It can't be a small family. Twenty years ago, they had close ties with the Bennetts."

Beowulf's curiosity spiked. Why is Isabel looking into this Nelsons?