Alexander pulled her waist naturally: "Cousin, you finally called me. I thought you would never call me 'cousin' in this lifetime."
Isabella felt the strong force on her waist and saw that the red at the corner of his lips was not blood, but ketchup. She was furious: "You were pretending? Alexander, you've learned to deceive people now?!"
Harry Hunter pried Alexander's hand away, pulling Isabella behind him, his face looking grim: "Do you two think I'm dead or something? Alexander, get lost! Isabella, go back to your room. If you dare flirt with him again, I'll chop him up!"
Isabella didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. She pinched Harry's waist forcefully: "Which eye of yours saw me flirt with him? You kicked him so hard just now. I thought you were going to kick him to death!"
"I just touched him lightly, and he's the one rolling around acting, trying to deceive you on purpose!"
