Chapter 25: Stop Playing Mind Games with Me (6)

Speak human language with humans and ghost language with ghosts, so Isabel turned her head, gave a slow smile to Henry Maxwell, and said calmly, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Maxwell."

The neon lights outside the window just swept across Isabel's face, her delicate features illuminated by the colorful lamp light, accompanied by the just-right seductive smile, looking so tempting that people would want to take a bite.

All men are the same, the more they can't have something, the more they want it.

Especially for Henry Maxwell, Isabel was a girl he had pursued with all his heart and soul.

He could still remember that day when he confessed his love to her in front of the whole school, passionately speaking for more than ten minutes. But in the end, all he received was a casual glance from Isabel and her remark: "I'm not interested in you" as she walked away.