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Chapter 19 Xander Is Kissing Her Back

Why is he here?

Xander arrived with a stormy expression, his icy stare fixed on the hand clasping Isabel's.

It appeared she had come for this man, a premeditated decision that explained her earlier agreement.

The realization tightened his grip, his face set in a frosty mask, lips a firm line.

Just then, Isabel called out, shifting the atmosphere.

"Honey, he's been mean to me.

That single word, honey, seemed to lift the storm clouds from Xander's demeanor, brightening his expression instantly, Meanwhile, Kaleb's mood darkened like a stormy sky.

With swift steps, Xander reached Isabel, grasping Kaleb's hand firmly. "Release her, he commanded with authority,

Kaleb examined Xander, noting the refined yet commanding presence that contradicted his initial impression. As Kaleb assessed him, a sharp pain shot through his wrist-Xander was applying pressure. Unable to withstand the force, Kaleb released Isabel's hand.

She quickly joined Xander, intertwining her arm with his in a show of solidarity and perhaps a slight taunt towards Kaleb.

"Isabel! Who is this guy?" Kaleb bellowed, frustration evident.

"Didn't you hear? He's my husband," Isabel replied with a slight arch of her brow.

Kaleb scrutinized Xander further, puzzled by his absence from the circles of Solaria's elite.

Examining the man's looks, he appeared to be over six feet tall, with a balanced physique and striking features. Could he be a model employed by Isabel, or possibly a gigolo? Was this a deliberate attempt to agitate him? Kaleb sneered at the thought, dismissing the idea of their marriage as genuine.

"Isabel, you can drop the act. Who is he really? Some paid actor or worse? It's pathetic how low you'll stoop to try to get to me."

Before Kaleb could finish his thoughts, Isabel suddenly rose on her toes, wrapping her arms around Xander's neck, and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Let's leave this egotist behind, honey," she whispered.

Xander felt a jolt through his body, his pulse racing uncontrollably. His gaze lingered on her blushing lips, and he swallowed hard, his voice coming out deep and resonant when he replied, "Okay."

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Isabel blinked in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by the seductive quality of his voice, which seemed to echo pleasingly in her ears.

Flustered, Isabel did not dare look directly at him. She simply took his arm and they started to walk away.

Behind them, Kaleb's face turned a shade redder with fury. He was shocked that Isabel would go to such lengths to provoke himh by kissing another man right in front of him. Despite their long history as childhood sweethearts, they had never shared such intimacy; they had barely

held hands.

As he watched them leave, he ground out the name "Isabel" between clenched teeth.

Once they were out of Kaleb's sight, Isabel released Xander's hand and stepped back, putting some space between them.

"Sorry about that... I didn't ask for your permission earlier. It was just to handle the situation," she stammered.

Xander's expression clouded slightly at the sudden distance, a frown creasing his brow.

Isabel noticed his displeasure and panicked, fearing she had upset him. Xander was known for his disinterest in romantic relationships, and she worried she had crossed a line. "Would you like to... hit me back?" she offered nervously, almost saying "kiss me back" but thought better of it, worried it might anger him further.

Closing her eyes and tilting her face up towards him, she added softly, "Just be gentle, okay?"

Xander observed her upturned face, his breath catching as a spark of something flickered through his normally cold gaze.

His chest heaved once, deeply, and he gently cradled her face in his hands.

Isabel's small face rested gently in Xander's large hand, an intimate contrast to his usually distant demeanor.

His eyes, clouded with a rare intensity, drew closer.

At that moment, Xander seemed to forget himself. The lingering warmth of her lips haunted him, igniting a desire to explore that sensation further, to delve deeper,

He was lost in the urge to taste her again, to savor the moment fully.

Isabel, with her eyes still closed, felt an unexpected thrill of confusion.

What's happening? This is supposed to be his retaliation. Why is he caressing my face so tenderly?