After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224 My Stomach Hurts
Just now, a shadow seemed to flicker past.

Xander scanned the darkness, but after a long while, he still saw nothing.

"Was my eyes playing tricks on me?"

Hiding under the tree, Isabel patted her chest in relief. Thankfully, she had managed to move the ladder just in time; otherwise, she would've been caught red-handed by Xander.

She kept a wary eye on Xander, who was standing on the balcony, and only when he finally left did she dare to emerge from her hiding spot. Quietly, she approached the spot directly below the bathroom on the second floor.

Isabel touched her belly. Fortunately, it wasn't too big yet, or climbing would have been nearly impossible.

She climbed up carefully. As soon as she slipped inside, the sound of a doorknob turning echoed in the bathroom.

Shoot! He really suspects something!

In a flash, Isabel stripped off her clothes and dashed under the showerhead. As her body got drenched, she grabbed a towel to make it seem as though she'd just finished showering.

Her movements were fast, but Xander was faster.

The door swung open. Isabel was so startled that she dropped the towel she was holding.

Plop! The towel fell to the floor.

The room fell silent.

Xander stood frozen in the doorway with his hand still on the doorknob. His eyes were fixed on her as if time had come to a standstill.

Isabel's face flushed crimson, the color spreading from her cheeks to her neck, ears, and even down to her collarbone. In a burst of embarrassment and anger, she grabbed the nearest bar of soap and hurled it at Xander.

Finally snapping out of it, Xander shut the door just in time.

Bang! The soap smacked against the door.

Isabel stomped her feet in frustration.

That j*rk! Not only did he see everything, but he acted like nothing had happened and just stood there staring! How shameless could he be?

But then—

She glanced down at the wet towel on the floor and scanned the bathroom.

My pajamas aren't here and the towel is unusable now. How am I supposed to get out of here?

After brooding for a full minute, Isabel opened the door slightly.

"Are you still there?"

"Hm." A deep voice sounded right outside, far closer than she expected.

Isabel jumped.

Why couldn't he stand farther away? Is he trying to spy on me?

"Bring me a set of pajamas," she demanded.

"Alright, wait a moment." Xander walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. Everything inside was ordinary except for one that immediately caught his eye.

Xander pulled the red nightgown out of the wardrobe. It was a semi-transparent nightgown with lace straps that radiated an air of sensual allure.

Why does she have something like this? Did she buy it to wear it for me?

The thought sent a rush of heat coursing through him.

"Here." He handed the dress through the door.

When Isabel took it, her lips twitched uncontrollably.

She remembered this dress vividly—it was a gift from Yvette.

Yvette had once said that she'd spotted it on a store mannequin and thought it looked stunning. She insisted Isabel's figure would make it look even better.