The Devil's Wife

Chapter 3

Isabel couldn't believe it. "How could you do this to me, or to anyone for that matter, huh?" She watched as Xander took her hand in his and dragged her towards the elevator. Of course, he didn't answer her, but just kept walking. When they reached his Bentley Continental GT, the chauffeur opened the door and Isabel dug her heels into the ground refusing to go forward."Move right now or else I'll carry you to the car, do you understand?" Carter whispered. A fiery blush formed on Isabel's cheeks, but she refused to acknowledge it and said, "I'm not going anywhere with you." She looks so fucking innocent when she blushes on me saying something as normal as picking her up, is this girl that innocent for real? Carter thought.

He leaned over and pushed Isabel on his shoulder. "Ahh, put me down, you bastard." She started hitting his back. "Let me go, please, put me down, that's not appropriate for you to do that to me, please." She continued to punch his back furiously. He said in a frustrated tone, "If you don't stop doing that, I will spank your ass." With that, Isabel went shockingly quiet. With a jerk, he lowered her down into the car seat and gave the driver her address.

'Of course, he knows my address! Humph! Wait, did have a check my background?!' "How the hell do you know my address? Did you conduct a background check on me?" asked Isabel. "Yeah, so what?" replied Xander. "You can't possibly do that. You don't have the right to do that," Isabel whined. "I can and I did," Xander said smugly.

Isabel was furious. Carter sat down next to her as she looked out the window. She couldn't believe she was saying goodbye to this city, her home, her hospital, and her friends in this way. Suddenly, something touched her face, and when she lowered her head to see what it was, she was shocked. There was a tiny droplet on Xander's finger, and then she realized that she had been crying silently all along. She turned her head the other direction and quietly wiped her tears away.

Xander was unable to understand why Isabel was crying, but her crying triggered something inside him as if the beast inside him was ready to pounce on anyone who hurt this woman, but he just sat there with an icy cold face. He had been taught not to show emotion, and here he sat like a king with the aura of an icicle.

When she arrived home, she sprung out of the car as fast as she could and tried to run away, but within seconds a strong muscular hand encircled her waist and pushed her against the wall. "Don't try to run away from me again, or there won't be good consequences. They might involve your family, your younger brother and sister at Windsor University are quite lucky, aren't they?" Xander said ruthlessly, his face inches away from hers.