Chapter 41 You Want to Separate from Me?
These comments reached Isabella's ears, but she was already used to them and continued walking at her own pace.
Isabella used to hear such praise all the time when she didn't disguise herself. She remembered there was a campus beauty voting list at Stellar High School. Someone posted her photo on it, and she quickly got voted to first place by her schoolmates.
It was probably this incident that triggered Bianca's jealousy.
After that, Bianca used one scheme after another—spreading rumors about her messy private life, deliberately causing a fire accident, and so on. Not only did she ruin Isabella's reputation, but she also burned her skin. Later, Bianca even caused a surgical accident that destroyed one of her eyes.
Just like her master said, she had a straightforward personality, direct and honest. Apart from knowing how to fight, she had no scheming nature.
She trusted Bianca. Even though Bianca wasn't blood-related to her, she treated Bianca as her sister. She saw other sisters around her getting along well and thought she and Bianca could be like them too.
She never knew that while she wanted to treat Bianca as a sister, Bianca only wanted to destroy her.
Just like the fire in her previous life—Bianca had calculated perfectly that Isabella would definitely rush in to save her.
She was slow to realize this malice because her previous life had been simple, and the people around her were all good, without prejudice or schemes.
Lost in these thoughts, Isabella unknowingly arrived at the girls' dormitory building.
At the entrance was a dorm supervisor in charge of registration.
Isabella walked over, registered as instructed by the supervisor, received her dorm key, and pulled her suitcase toward the dormitory entrance.
A voice suddenly came from behind her.
"Hey, which floor are you on? You're carrying such a big suitcase—going upstairs must be tough. Let me help you."
Isabella turned around to see a tall, handsome-looking guy.
Isabella politely declined, "Thanks for the offer, but it's okay. My suitcase is a bit heavy."
"How heavy can it be?" The guy smiled dismissively. "Come on, let me help you."
He grabbed the suitcase handle directly and pulled hard, preparing to lift it up the steps.
The suitcase didn't budge.
?
"Your suitcase is a bit heavy," the guy laughed awkwardly, forcing himself to appear relaxed. "But it won't stop me."
Gritting his teeth, he used all his strength and managed to lift it up several steps, leaving him gasping for breath.
"Hey, you still haven't said—which floor are you on?" The guy wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Seventh floor," Isabella said.
The guy's expression changed slightly. He instinctively looked at the stairs ahead, his face cracking for a moment.
"Give it to me."
A cold male voice suddenly rang out.
Before the guy could react, the suitcase in his hand was taken by a larger hand reaching over from the side.
William lifted the suitcase with one hand and grabbed Isabella's hand with the other. "Let's go."
Isabella hadn't reacted yet and stared blankly at William. "William?"
"You haven't forgotten me. At least you know who I am."
Isabella was pulled upstairs by him, looking up at his face. "How did you get here?"
"Didn't you say you were moving into the dorm?" William asked back.
Isabella then remembered that William had called her on the way. On the phone, he asked what she was doing, and she had directly told him she was on her way to school, planning to live in the dorm.
At the time, William had just responded coolly and hung up.
Isabella hadn't expected him to come in person.
The next second, seeing her hand tightly held in William's, Isabella's heart jumped.
Wait, how did they end up holding hands?
Isabella quickly tried to pull her hand back from William's palm.
"Don't move." William lowered his voice in a cold warning.
Isabella: "..."
"Be good."
In William's voice, cold and indifferent, there was surprisingly a hint of rare tenderness.
Isabella stared at William's godlike perfect but stern face. "The seventh floor is pretty high. Can you manage?"
Her suitcase was quite heavy.
"You'll find out if I can manage after we're married."
Isabella: "..."
She silently shut her mouth.
William carried the suitcase with one hand, very easily, reaching the seventh floor without even breathing hard.
"Which room?" William asked.
"701."
The one at the very end.
William led Isabella over and set the suitcase down at the dorm entrance.
Isabella unlocked the door with her key.
William's gaze swept over the simple interior of the dorm, his brows furrowing coldly.
"You really have to live in the dorm?"
Isabella nodded.
This environment was good enough already.
"If not the dorm, where else would you live?"
Besides school, she had nowhere else to stay.
William said calmly, "Live at my place."
Isabella: "What?"
"That's not appropriate, is it?"
William looked down at her. "You'll have to live with me sooner or later."
Meeting William's deep, dark eyes, Isabella's heart skipped a beat inexplicably.
She quickly turned her head away. "Who says I have to live with you?"
Isabella ignored him and stepped into the dorm.
William watched her, his expression darkening. "You want to live separately from me?"
Isabella froze.
How did this become about living separately?
Had they ever lived together?
Looking back at William's expression, she saw him staring at her intently, his gaze already showing hints of anger, his oppressive aura pressing toward Isabella.
Isabella immediately backed down. "No, that's not what I meant. I'm saying it's more appropriate for me to live in the dorm right now. As for what you mentioned about living together, that's definitely something for after we're married, right?"
The frost on William's face finally melted a bit.
Isabella breathed a sigh of relief internally.
Why on earth did she get entangled with William?
After her rebirth, everything was developing the same as before, except William was the exception!
William had already carried the suitcase into the dorm and laid it flat.
Seeing this, Isabella walked over, bent down to unzip the suitcase, and pulled a few times. It didn't move.
"The zipper seems stuck..."
William: "Let me."
He pulled hard a few times and got the zipper open.
Isabella was watching his movements when she suddenly thought of something. "Wait, don't open it yet—"
William had already opened the suitcase.
A pile of pink, delicate women's underwear unexpectedly entered his line of sight.
William's brain froze for a moment.
Looking at the underwear she had carelessly stuffed together, and the completely disorganized mess inside the suitcase.
Isabella felt like the sky was falling.
What difference was there between this and being seen completely naked by William?
Isabella rushed over and slammed the suitcase shut.
She cursed internally, her ears turning red uncontrollably. "Um... I was in such a rush when I left that I didn't have time to organize it."
William's unfocused gaze finally regained clarity.
He stood up and changed the subject. "I still have a meeting."
Isabella immediately said, "Then you should hurry and go!"
William nodded. "Okay."
Isabella watched William's departing figure and felt something indescribably strange. Looking closer, William was walking with the same-side arm and leg moving together!
Isabella suddenly wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.
The cold, imposing William must be extremely embarrassed right now.
It was all her fault.