EX-husband Groveling to Me

Chapter 662 - It'S Not Your Fault

Chapter 662 - It's not your fault

The washroom was not crowded, so Izabella washed her face in there, put her hair back up and tidied

it, and she went out to find Victor's.

When she came out of the bathroom, Izabella had completely calmed down.

Just the thought of Callie seeing those pictures inside Nyla's phone made her feel chaotic and

uncomfortable inside.

"I'm fine, thank you."

Victor, who was looking at his phone, swept her head up and his eyes fell on Izabella's face, his peach

blossom eyes slightly hooked: "Back?"

Hearing this from him, Izabella was stunned for a moment, reacted and waved her hand: "I'm fine,

really, go ahead and get busy."

Victor frowned lightly, "Do you still want to keep shopping with Callie in this condition?"

Naturally, Izabella did not want to continue shopping with Callie, she just wanted to be left alone.

The month and a half since she was adopted by the Lloyd family has been so quiet and fulfilling that

her nightmarish past really doesn't seem to have anything to do with her anymore.

But today she ran into Nyla again, and the things she said and the photos she was shown reminded

her again and again how painful and unpleasant her past really was.

Izabella gave him a look, "No, I want to be alone."

Victor has never been one to meddle, "As you wish."

"Thanks."

Izabella sighed in relief, pursed her lips, and tightened and tightened her grip on the shoulder bag

strap.

She took one last look at Victor, then turned around and exited the mall.

She didn't know where she was going, and this was the first time she had been over here.

Victor watched the back of the white dress walking further and further away, his mind suddenly flashed

back to the desperate and empty eyes of the girl being dragged across the road.

He was inexplicably annoyed and lifted his leg to catch up.

Izabella just walked out of the mall a few steps, the bag on her back suddenly tightened, she was

strangled, the shock just eased over the face instantly white a few points.

"This neighborhood is all commercial streets, there's no place for you to be alone."

At the sound of Victor's voice, Izabella's tense heart relaxed as she thought she'd run into Nyla's group

again.

Izabella pulled the strap of her bag on her shoulder, looked at Victor and hesitated: "There seems to be

a park near here."

"The park is full of people on weekends."

Victor looked down at her, and without waiting for her to say anything more, he reached straight out

and pulled the strap of her book bag, "Let's go."

"Huh? Where to?"

Izabella was stunned for a moment, a bit overwhelmed by the reaction.

Victor is tall and long-legged, and he walks fast.

Izabella had some trouble keeping up, with her schoolbag strap still being tugged by him, she stumbled

through the crowd and finally couldn't help herself, reaching out and tugging on the person in front of

her: "Victor, I can't keep up with you!"

She was so embarrassed that Victor turned around and saw Izabella holding her face red.

The "Victor" still stands out in the noisy crowd, Izabella is probably anxious, a little louder, causing

people to look around.

Victor looked down at the person, his eyes fell inside the pair of almond eyes, just cried eyes are still a

little red, which flashed a few embarrassment and embarrassment, looking at him with a hint of

embarrassment.

Victor thought again of the rabbit he had kept, and he looked at her for a moment, withdrew his hand

and his eyes: "Follow yourself."

Saying that, he didn't tug on her bag strap again and turned around to continue walking, just at a much

slower pace.

Weekend out to play a lot of people, not to mention the lover's street this area is originally a busy

commercial area, a weekend street road are people.

Izabella was behind Victor and almost ran into someone several times.

She didn't know where Victor was taking her, she actually wanted to say she didn't want to go and go

home, but she was afraid Victor would think she was too busy.

So crowded all the way, Victor in front of finally stopped.

Izabella rushed over and watched as Victor unlocked the car.

Victor gave her a look, "Keep up."

Izabella froze and reacted as Victor was already pushing his cart to the crosswalk at the edge of the

intersection.

"Come up."

Izabella had just walked over when she heard him say this.

Izabella looks into the back seat of Victor's car. No, Victor's car doesn't have a back seat.

No back seat, where she goes ...

Victor apparently just also discovered the fact that his car does not have a back seat, the two meet at

eye level, and for the first time, he was embarrassed to look away first.

Victor looked down and saw the crossbar in front of him, "Sit here?"

For the first time he asked with such uncertainty that Victor regretted asking afterwards.

Izabella stood there, looking at the crossbar and blushed: "No, it's not very good, is it?"

Victor also felt bad, but he grew up so big, or the first time a girl so disliked.

He looked at the person and suddenly smiled: "Where is not good, can not fall you, come up."

He said, feet propped up on the ground, the left hand originally holding the front of the car sideways to

pull Izabella forward.

Izabella was pulled over and looked at the crossbar that came up to her waistline, her face almost

bursting with heat: "I, I can't get up there."

Victor frowned for a moment and put one hand directly around her waist and carried the person up in

one go.

The young girl's soft waist and unique fragrance caught Victor off guard, others shuddered, and

hurriedly let go of his hand, the car swayed a little, the green light in front of him came on, he looked

ahead, "Hold on."

"Victor, I-"

Izabella was embarrassed and overwhelmed by her first time on a bike like this.

Before the words were spoken, Victor got the bike up and riding.

He leaned over, the cool mint scent of his body coming from him, and Izabella stiffened her body, not

daring to move at all.

The wind blew past her ears and Izabella could hear the other woman's shallow breathing, and she just

felt her heart beat inexplicably faster.

Victor wasn't riding very fast, there were a lot of cars on the weekend and he was carrying an Izabella

in front of him.

When the girl emerged, Victor's face changed slightly and his hand hurriedly pressed the brake.

Izabella just relieved not to hit the girl, suddenly the back of the head a pain, followed by the boy's

muffled grunt as if close to her ears, so close and so clear.

"Victor, are you okay?"

"Don't move around."

Victor licked the corner of his mouth that had been bumped and reached out to block the face that

Izabella was about to turn.

"I'm sorry."

"What's to apologize for, it's not your fault."

Victor glanced down at her, but only saw Izabella's bulging hair.

The girl who rushed out apologized to them, and Victor swept the other side coolly, let go of the

handbrake and kept riding on.

The wind blew from the front, sweeping Izabella's shredded hair into his face, and all Victor felt was an

itch.

He stiffened slightly, but fortunately soon, the place to be arrived.