Chapter 117

• ‘I don’t want to spoil your mood, but I’m wondering where and what Isabella is doing nowadays. I mean, she is not someone who will sit silently after that insult. Witches are witched, Hooooman. No one can predict their next move.’
• “To be honest, I have no idea about it. If no one can predict the witch's next move, then don’t forget that our mate is not a saint either. By the way, where is she?’ He thought, checking the time, and immediately, the lights in the room started twinkling like rice light, and he smelt Caroline’s scent.
• “I knew you would come,” Artemis said, seeing her long raven black open hair, and she was standing in the opposite direction, wearing the same white slip dress that he had bought for her. “So, you’re not going to look at me? Hmm?”