Chapter 64 Isabella is Hugged Tightly by William
"Violet..." Scarlett remembered what she'd heard at the back of the classroom and couldn't help saying, "I heard that Isabella might be switching classes."
Violet frowned.
"Who told you that?"
"Terry Perez and them. They also said the reason Isabella didn't come today is because she's planning to transfer to the international class. Don't know if it's true or not."
Scarlett looked a bit worried. "If Isabella really wants to switch classes, could it be because everyone's been giving her the cold shoulder and she can't stand being here anymore..."
Violet fell silent, her expression darkening.
There was one more class left before school ended. After class, Violet couldn't help glancing at Isabella's desk again.
Several boys were gathered around it.
One of them was sitting on Isabella's desk with his feet on her chair, while someone else was rifling through Isabella's drawer.
Probably really thinking Isabella wouldn't come back, they were talking pretty recklessly.
"You guys think she's really planning to switch classes?"
"Let her switch. Who told her to snitch on us."
Philip Mitchell stomped on Isabella's chair a few times while flipping through Isabella's notebook. Something occurred to him. "Isn't the math teacher checking notebooks next week?"
"If you hadn't mentioned it, I almost forgot. Still gotta catch up on notes."
Philip picked up a pen and wrote his own name in Isabella's notebook, raising an eyebrow. "Notes done."
Philip had just capped the pen when a rising female voice came from behind him:
"Philip, what are you doing?"
Philip whipped around and saw it was Violet. He grinned shamelessly. "I'm not doing anything."
Violet glanced at Isabella's drawer, which had been ransacked, her desk covered with trash, and her chair covered in footprints. Her pretty eyes turned a bit cold.
"Is this really appropriate? I suggest you clean up Isabella's seat before the homeroom teacher gets here."
"Violet, are you crazy?" Philip scoffed. "Didn't Isabella report you too? Why are you still speaking up for her?"
"That's between her and me, but you guys trashing her seat—that's on you."
Just as Violet finished speaking, she looked toward the door.
Right then, Isabella walked in from outside with her straight, long legs.
Violet froze.
The boys were stunned too.
"Isabella?" Philip blurted out. "Why are you here?"
Isabella looked at them, puzzled. "Am I not allowed to come?"
"But, aren't you switching classes?"
"Who said I'm switching classes?" Isabella asked back.
"..."
Suddenly, all the boys fell silent.
Isabella calmly walked into the classroom and glanced at her messy desk and chair. "Who did this?"
Meeting Isabella's cold gaze, Philip quickly jumped off the desk and pulled out tissues to frantically wipe the dust off the chair.
"I thought you weren't coming back!" Philip laughed awkwardly.
These guys only dared talk behind her back. When it came down to it, he really didn't dare offend Isabella. After all, she was from the Taylor Family.
The boys restored Isabella's desk and chair to their original state, then quickly scattered.
Violet asked Isabella, "You're not really going to switch classes over something this small, are you?"
Isabella lifted her eyes and glanced at her coolly. "What? You don't want me to switch classes?"
"Who said that? What does it matter to me whether you switch classes or not?"
Violet, as if her secret had been exposed, stormed off in embarrassment.
Isabella watched Violet's stubborn retreating figure, her eyelid twitching.
Violet—the toughest talker from head to toe.
The reason she hadn't come to class today was because her stomach was bothering her a bit.
She never expected it would turn into rumors that she was switching classes. How ridiculous.
Speaking of which, she hadn't seen William for two whole weeks. William had been handling a project abroad and said he was coming back today. He also told her that the people he'd sent to follow Charles had photographed Charles going in and out of a mall with Juniper over the weekend.
After school, Isabella saw the message William sent her and went straight to the parking spot he'd designated. Sure enough, she saw William's car and immediately jogged over.
"You missed me?" William asked, looking at the girl.
Isabella: "?"
"Who said that?"
"You just ran over. You seemed urgent."
Isabella: "..."
Should she tell William that what made her urgent was the photos of Charles and Juniper in his hands?
She wondered if there would be any intimate scenes.
If so, then she could expose Charles and Juniper's collusion in one fell swoop. Then Violet would have to believe it whether she wanted to or not!
Isabella thought about this happily, glanced at William's handsome face, and chose not to tell him the truth. Instead, she smiled sweetly and went along with him. "Yes, I really missed you while you were gone."
William stared at Isabella's delicate little face. After a long moment, he said coldly, "You're lying again."
"What you're thinking about is just the evidence of Charles and Juniper's collusion."
Isabella: "...You knew and you still asked me on purpose."
"Testing your honesty."
Isabella looked up at him. "So what's my honesty score in your heart right now? Is it zero?"
"No." William shook his head. "It's 100."
"Why? I just lied to you. You should give me zero points."
William looked at her with deep eyes. "I would never give you zero points. You're always perfect."
"Quick, where are the photos? What did they capture?" Isabella asked impatiently.
Seeing that Isabella only had eyes for the photos, William's brow furrowed slightly.
After staring at her quietly for a few seconds, William pulled out two photos from behind the front seat and handed them to her. "They captured them shopping together."
Isabella looked at the two people in the photos and snorted coldly. "These two are really disgusting."
These photos would be very useful.
Isabella took the photos and was about to leave, but the next second William's strong hand grabbed her wrist.
"Taking things and running?"
There was a thin layer of anger on William's cold, handsome face.
She really didn't miss him at all.
Isabella frowned, looking at him nervously. "What are you doing?"
William pulled her directly over, making her sit on his lap, his eyes looking deeply at her.
William's face enlarged in front of Isabella. Isabella saw William clearly swallow, and she froze, then her face turned bright red.
Oh no!
Was William going to kiss her?
How could that work? This was her first kiss!
Just as Isabella was thinking nervously, William only hugged her waist tightly and rested his chin on her shoulder.
His voice was hoarse. "Be good, let me hold you for a bit."
The storm in Isabella's heart finally calmed down just a little.
Isabella was held tightly by William's grip on her waist and didn't dare move.
Isabella often had the feeling that beneath William's cold exterior hid a unique tenderness.
And this tenderness was mixed with a kind of sadness, regret, and cherishing.
Why would William show her such feelings?
And why her, of all people...