Chapter 3

"Hello, I'm Isabelle, the Isabelle who sent you messages. "

Isabelle smiled sweetly yet provocatively: "Damien has been taking such good care of me lately, so I made some pastries to thank him. A guest is a guest; you wouldn't be unwelcoming, would you? "

Without waiting for my answer, she simply walked in and began to look around. Passing by the garden, Isabelle paused: "These roses are my favorite kind. I can't believe Damien still grows them. "

My fingertips trembled. I remembered Damien personally tending to these flowers every morning, never letting anyone else touch them. I once…