Chapter 338 I hate you

In a daze, she had a very tragic dream. The dream's plot was not very clear, but the oppressive and heavy mood followed him like a shadow, making one unable to refrain from crying.

The next moment, her eyes actually began to moisten, and she began to sob like a child. The gray light of the dream made her cheeks feel uneasy.

The man sat on the edge of the bed and took it all in, his eyes filled with a gentle self—reproach. He reached out his hand and brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

Her exquisite perception shocked her to the point where she suddenly opened her eyes. When she met with the man's dark eyes, the temporary grievance was immediately dispelled by the coldness that swept over. She waved her hand to brush away his hand and turned her head to the side.

"Isabella." He opened the lunchbox on the bedside and the fragrance of the food wafted into the air. "Eat, Isabella."