Chapter 464

Isabella slept for four hours.

When she woke up, it was already dark outside the window.

The room was unlit. As Isabella got up from the bed, she saw a figure sitting on the sofa.

The man had his back to her, and the moonlight from outside cast a long, slanted shadow on the floor.

"Seb?" Isabella asked.

Because of the lighting, Isabella couldn't see him clearly, so she reached out to turn on the light.

When the orange light came on, she looked again to see the man had already turned his head..

Isabella could now see his face clearly and gasped, "Quentin?"

She scrambled to get out of bed, but to leave the room, she had to pass by the sofa.

She couldn't be sure if she could get past Quentin smoothly.

Just from Quentin's presence here, it was clear he wouldn't let her leave easily.

Isabella hesitated for a few seconds and then look for her phone on the bed.

It wasn't on the nightstand or under the pillow.

Her eyes scanned the room and she suddenly noticed her phone was on the coffee table in front of Quentin.

Her last hope of escape vanished, and a sense of helplessness filled Isabella's heart.

All her previous actions had been observed by Quentin.

While Isabella was frantically searching for her phone, he just sat there quietly, watching her.

It wasn't until Isabella realized her hope was gone and looked back at him that he slowly spoke, "Isabella."

Hearing Quentin call her name made Isabella's heart tighten, "How did you get in?"

Quentin didn't answer her question but raised his hand.

In his hand, he held a pink notebook.

Isabella almost instantly guessed that it was Lova's diary.

That night at the Black Family, Esme had mentioned it before she died. At that time, Quentin had dropped everything to go look for it.

Now it seemed he had found it and had already read its contents.

But Isabella didn't know what Quentin wanted from her.

"There are some words she left for you in here. Take a look." Quentin voiced.

"Words for me?" Isabella was skeptical.

The first time she met Lova was in that cold, medicine-scented hospital room.

At that time, Lova was emaciated, kept alive only by expensive medical equipment. Even just staying alive had taken all of Lova's strength, so this diary must have been written when she was still healthy.

And back then, Isabella and Lova had no intersection.

Would Lova write about Isabella in Lova's diary?

Isabella felt that Quentin was more likely trying to lure her over.

So instead of moving forward, she took two steps back.

Quentin watched her actions and seemed to understand her thoughts. He frowned in displeasure and uttered, "If I had any other intentions, I would have done something while you were asleep. I wouldn't have waited until now."

There was some truth to his words.

But it still wasn't enough to convince Isabella.

Quentin lost his patience and made a move to get up from the sofa.

"Don't move!" Isabella called out softly.

Quentin indeed stopped moving.

Isabella knew that in this situation, she was at a disadvantage.

Since Quentin is inherently overly paranoid, provoking him would only backfire. It's better to go along with him and see what he's up to.

After much deliberation, Isabella finally made a decision, "I'll get it myself."

Quentin didn't object, sitting back down on the sofa.

Isabella walked over, took the diary from his hand, and quickly retreated back to the bed.

Throughout the process, Quentin made no extra movements.

After handing her the diary, Quentin turned his head to straighten the creases on his sleeve.

Isabella relaxed a bit and then looked down at the diary.

The diary was pink, it's cover had started to fade, but it still showed a cute cartoon character.

Isabella opened the diary, and inside were neat, delicate writings with stickers that a young girl would love adorning the corners.

Isabella's eyes fell on the name.

Lova.

In her mind, Isabella pictured Lova's emaciated body.

A deep sense of helplessness rose from Isabella's heart.

She didn't know how to describe this feeling. When she first saw Lova, she felt scared. Now that Lova was dead, Isabella only felt regret when she thought of her.

A young life, full of promise, lost in the springtime of her years.

With so many strong men and such powerful resources in the Black Family, they still couldn't save one girl.

That was the greatest tragedy.

Isabella turned to the first page of Lova's diary, and the clear writing came into view.

[July 8

Weather: Light rain

Mood: Annoyed

It's raining again. I really hate rainy days.

The sky is gloomy, and when I came back from school, the entire windowsill was wet, and even my new curtains weren't spared.

These are my favorite curtains. I picked them out and hung them up myself.

July 9

Weather: Light rain

Mood: Okay

The rain drizzled all night, and there was thunder in the middle of the night. It was so scary.

Because of my curtains, I didn't sleep well all night.

My mood was terrible, and it directly affected my interest in going to dance class today.

But things always take a turn. Quentin knocked on the door and brought me a surprise.

A set of curtains exactly like mine. He brought a ladder and replaced them for me himself.

I was very happy.

My mood improved a lot.

But how did Quentin get the curtains so quickly?

These curtains were custom-made, from the fabric to the cutting and sewing, it took fifteen days.

I asked him, and he just smiled and didn't answer.

I think Quentin can do magic.]

Lova's diary was filled with love and sweetness, sometimes with childish sentences.

The earlier entries were about daily life, with Quentin, Esme, and Elodie occasionally appearing in Lova's diary.

Two people rarely mentioned in the diary were Bruno and Wade.

Isabella silently flipped through the pages and finally saw Wade's appearance.

[December 24

Weather: Snow

Mood: Good. But also a bit not good

I hate rain, but I love snowy days.

Snowflakes are so white, beautiful, and romantic.

Today is Christmas Eve. Elodie and I bought some decorations to decorate the house.

Elodie went to decorate the rooms, and I was in charge of the living room.

While hanging decorations outside, the ladder suddenly slipped, and I fell from a height.

At that moment, I was holding onto the decorations tightly, thinking I was done for and would be seriously hurt.

But as I fell, I landed on someone.

I looked up and saw it was Wade.

I quickly got up from him, but his hand tightly gripped my waist.

I was stunned for a moment.

Then his hand...]