"Boohoo… Calvin, that wicked woman just hit me, my face is all swollen and it hurts so much… boohoo!"
She played the damsel in distress perfectly, wrapping Calvin Morgan around her finger. Looking at her beautiful face and snow-white bosom, he couldn't help but feel sorry, "Isabelle, don't cry, I'll take you back to the country right now to see a doctor, and then I'll deal with her!"
"Don't worry, the wedding is next month, you'll be my wife, and as the Young Madam of the Coldwell Clan, you can't be bullied by outsiders. I'll stand up for you."
"Thank you, my dear, boohoo…" She cried even more miserably, as the man held her, got in the car, and soon they were on the plane, cutting short their trip to the Marwell Islands.
*
A few hours later, the plane landed at the airport in City A, Coldwell Family's people had already sent a luxury car to wait.
