Chapter 120
Isabella was slightly surprised. She didn’t expect Samuel to send a young girl, but recalling her impressive skills earlier, a smile spread across Isabella’s face.
Isabella extended her hand with a gentle laugh. “Hello, I’m Isabella.”
At that moment, Megan came to her senses and immediately had someone clean up the broken lampshade on the floor.
Megan looked at Isabella with concern. “You’re not hurt, are you, Mrs. Howerton? She gave Isabella a thorough once–over, worried that she might have gotten injured.
Isabella shook her head and smiled at Megan, “Don’t worry, Megan. I’m fine.” Once Megan was sure Isabella was okay, she finally relaxed
She nodded respectfully and said. “That’s good. Please carry on, Mrs. Howerton. After speaking, Megan left.
Isabella found another spot to sit down and looked at Rachel, saying softly, “Rachel, please take it easy around me. Havela seat.” Isabella was used to being alone, so the sudden presence of someone else made her a bit uneasy.
Rachel, being naturally sociable, sat down on the couch next to Isabella, smiling as she propped her chin with her hands and kept her eyes on Isabella.
Isabella had barely turned a few pages of her book before feeling a bit uncomfortable under such a gaze.
She closed her book with a slight headache, looked up at Rachel, and asked softly, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
But when Isabella met Rachel’s gaze, she found Rachel’s eyes were full of admiration, making Isabella pause for a moment. Rachel looked at her with a mix of envy and admiration, exclaiming “Mrs. Howerton, you’re so gorgeous. Your looks are your figure are even better than those top stars.”
Isabella chuckled sofily, replying “You’re pretty adorable yourself.”
Rachel wasn’t shy about it, cupping her cheeks with a joyful grin. “Of course, I’m the ever–lovable Rachel. Hahaha.” She. couldn’t help but burst into laughter at her own words.
Scooting closer, Rachel brightened up at the sight of the book in Isabella’s hands. “Wow, Mrs. Howerton, you like Shakespeare too? I’ve read this poetry collection as well.”
Isabella glanced at her poetry book, her eyes softening slightly, as she stood and turned towards the bookshelf. With a light laugh, she said, “I have more here. Do you want to read?”
Rachel nodded quickly and jogged over to Isabella, her excitement evident. She held the book like it was a priceless treasure.
Isabella was surprised. She didn’t expect Rachel to be into poetry collections. It was rare to see young girls interested in these things nowadays.
She smiled and said, “You’re younger than me, so just call me Isabella from now on
Rachel looked at her in surprise. “Wow! Really?” The butler had specifically told her to make sure the social hierarchy was
clear.
Seeing Isabella nod naturally and kindly, Rachel got even more excited. “Oh my gosh, you’re so nice!”
Isabella couldn’t help but chuckle. “Now go read your book.”
y Rachel held her poetry collection and found a spot nearby, reading very attentively while Isabella’s lips curled into a
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