After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257 Do I Look That Old?
"Thump-thump, thump-thump."

Isabel's heart raced uncontrollably.

It wasn't her fault. The way Xander was looking at her—so brazen, so unrestrained—it was like he wanted her to notice. And when she did catch him, he didn't even bother to look away. Instead, his gaze grew bolder, more intense.

"Do I look strange dressed like this?"

The outfit wasn't even hers. Yvette had insisted on giving it to her, saying she'd bought it ages ago but never got the chance to wear it. With her pregnancy weight gain, it didn't fit anymore, so she passed it on to Isabel, claiming it would be a waste otherwise.

Isabel had hesitated at first. This wasn't her usual style. But on a whim, she tried it on, and to her surprise, it uniquely suited her.

What she hadn't expected, though, was for Xander to stare at her non-stop once she put it on.

"You look adorable," Xander said sincerely, his eyes never leaving her.

"You like this kind of style?" Isabel asked, genuinely surprised.

"Not exactly."

"What does that mean?" Isabel was puzzled. Didn't his compliment mean he liked the cute style?

Xander raised his hand and gently picked up one of her pigtails. Without warning, he brought it to his lips and kissed it.

"You ... " Isabel's eyes widened in shock. Couldn't we just talk like normal people? Why did you kiss my hair?

Her heart pounded even faster. Watching Xander kiss her hair felt more intimate and electrifying than if he had kissed her lips.

"I like everything about you," Xander said, finally answering her earlier question.

Whether it was Isabel in her mature style, her cute look now, or even her daring nightclub outfits, every version of her captivated him completely.

"Tell me, were you born just to be my kryptonite?" Xander leaned closer, his deep, magnetic voice whispering into her ear.

The low timbre sent shivers through Isabel, her earlobes flushing red almost instantly.

He was doing this on purpose.

But Isabel couldn't bring herself to respond.

Twenty minutes later, they finally arrived at the amusement park.

The moment Isabel stepped out of the car, she took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air.

The confined space of the car had felt suffocating, like she was a dish served on a platter, waiting for Xander to feast on her.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, she noticed several people glancing in her direction, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Wow, that girl is stunning! My goodness, she's nothing like my daughter," someone exclaimed.

Girl?

The term caught Isabel off guard. She was in her twenties, after all.

She glanced at the woman who had spoken, then at the girl beside her—the daughter in question. The girl looked like she hadn't even started college yet.

Someone was comparing me to a teenager? Was my current look really that youthful?

As Isabel pondered this, a boy in a high school uniform approached, holding a cotton candy. He looked shy, his cheeks tinged pink. "Hi," he said, extending the cotton candy toward her. "This is for you."

Isabel blinked, stunned. It was obvious he was trying to hit on her.