Because It’s Not Me He Wants

The gentle voice echoes clearly and dissipates very quickly. Isla bowed a few times and her eyes felt wet for some reason. She stood up and put the fragrance in the incense burner.

The abbot was still meditating and chanting sutras. She stood up and faced outside. Suddenly, he saw a piece of black clothes flashing outside the vermilion door. She didn't care.

The wind was blowing, and under the tree, she hung the red ribbon with her wishes written on it on the branch and watched it flutter in the wind.

The little novice monk with a round head came over and said, "Donor, this is a peace charm given to you by a destined person. I hope you will be safe every year."

She frowned imperceptibly, "Who is this destined person?"

The novice monk said, "Since we are destined people, we will meet each other if we are destined."

She smiled and said, "Then thank that destined person for me."

The monk, turned around and walked away. She glanced at the peace charm in her hand, put it away in her bag and put it away.

Mysterious wolf stared at the woman's back for a long time. No one noticed that his wolf eyes were too deep, unscrupulous, and had the desire to break the shackles. And his wolf was satisfied to see his destined mate.

Beside the wolf stood the young monk just now, "Donor, why don't you personally hand over the peace amulet to the female donor?"

Mysterious wolf Axel was still dressed in black, and there was unmelted gentleness in his wolf red eyes, "Because what she asked for was not me."

One of the sources of wolf suffering may be not getting what you want.

The monk was still naive, "Then just let what she wants be you."

"Okay." Wolf lowered his head and smiled, "I will work hard."

The monk saluted, "May the donor get what he wishes."

Can you?

Wolf's eyes fell into the distance, and the familiar figure could no longer be seen in the mountains.

***

Henry was bored after waiting for several hours. He made a video call with his friend on his phone until the battery was low. "My sister is here, so I won't chat for now."

Isla got into the car and said, "Let's go back."

Henry couldn't help complaining, "Isla, are you really going up and down the mountain?"

Isla rolled her eyes at him, "You can't learn to shut up, can you?"

Henry clapped his mouth and said, "But there is someone like you who wears a suit and walks up from here. He is quite good at playing."

She smiled, the smile did not reach her eyes, it was cool and refreshing, "If you don't want to drive, you can walk back later."

***

Hong Kong was overcast, and it finally rained heavily at night.

Isla learned how to make soup from her family's chef in the morning. It lasted for two hours. The chef praised her for her skill. She put the soup into a thermos and took it to Thomas Group.

Mark took over the family business the year before last and was already in power at a young age. This was not the first time she had come to Thomas Group, but it was also the first time she had come as Mark's fiancée.

The top floor of the 66th floor of the Group was surrounded by transparent bulletproof glass. The wide field of vision was full of busy professional elites.

"Ms. Isla, why are you here?" The person who spoke was Mark's capable secretary.

This question was meaningful, she asked sharply, "Who is in Mark's office?"

Were all women so perceptive?

Secretary still wanted to hide it, "No, no, the boss is in a meeting right now."

She raised her eyebrows and her smile turned cold, "Really? As an assistant, why aren't you waiting by the side?"

"I..."

She pushed open the door to the CEO's office, but Secretary couldn't stop her. He stomped around to find other things to do and simply ignored her.

She was not surprised to see Sarah here. The cold office smelled faintly of food, and there were a few home-cooked dishes that looked delicious on the mahogany dining table. They were not exquisite, but they could tell that they were very careful.

Isla put the thermos pot on the table, with a somewhat arrogant smile in her eyes, "Wow, it looks so rich. Did Miss Sarah make all of this?"

Compared to Isla, who was at ease and at ease, Sarah was more nervous and reserved. The only difference between people was a look or a smile.

Sarah looked at Isla's magnificence with her temperament, and felt an unknown inferiority complex in her heart.

Sarah explained with a nervous tone, "Don't get me wrong, Miss Sarah. Mark worked hard to take care of me all night in the hospital. I don't know how to thank him. I can only cook to express my feelings."

Isla looked at her and seemed to smile, "It seems that Miss Sarah has fully recovered."

"Yes, it is." Sarah stepped back, and the pitiful situation of being in a weak position fell into Mark's eyes.

Turning his eyes to the exquisitely dressed and beautiful woman, his expression was cold, "Isla, why are you here?"

Isla looked at him and asked, "Shouldn't I come?"

"Mark, since Isla is here, I'll leave first." Sarah turned around and left in a hurry before the man could speak. The back was embarrassed.

As they walked downstairs, she still saw Mark chasing her. Sarah bit her nervous lips tightly, unable to suppress the loss in her heart.

She had heard in the hospital that the marriage between the Mark and Isla was confirmed. Prince Mark and Sarah were both talented and good-looking, and they were considered a good match.

But people who once loved each other can only end up in a bleak way. She sat up straight, curling her fingers on her knees and digging her nails into her palms.

***

The atmosphere in the President's Office had been stagnant for a long time. During the warm welcome period, all the food Sarah brought was thrown into the trash can.

Mark finally moved, "Isla, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came?"

Isla stared at him and tugged her lips, "When did I tell you in advance that I would come here? Sarah is still gone. Although you don't say it on your face, you are blaming me in your heart. I disturbed you, right?"

"No, don't think about it." He pinched his eyebrows, stood up and walked around half the table to her, took her hand and sat down, "I didn't know she would come, I didn't ask her to come."

Isla smiled without any emotion. That smile was sweet and charming, "I believe in you."

He looked at the thermos pot on the table, "What's in it?"

"Ecstasy soup." She joked.

He had a slight smile on his lips, "Did you make it especially for me?"

"Of course." She smiled at him, "I have learned it from the nanny for a long time. I will serve it out and you can taste it."

"Um." Squab pigeon soup was served in front of him. He took a sip, and a layer of fine wrinkles appeared on his frowning brows as soon as he relaxed, "It tastes good."

Isla was happy, "Then finish your drink."

He sighed helplessly, "But you only made soup, what should I eat for lunch?"