Chapter 662 - It''S Not Your Fault


    Chapter 662 - It''s not your fault


    The washroom was not crowded, so Izabe washed her face in there, put her hair back up and tidied


    it, and she went out to find Victor''s.


    When she came out of the bathroom, Izabe hadpletely calmed down.


    Just the thought of Callie seeing those pictures inside N''s phone made her feel chaotic and


    ufortable inside.


    "I''m fine, thank you."


    Victor, who was looking at his phone, swept her head up and his eyes fell on Izabe''s face, his peach


    blossom eyes slightly hooked: "Back?"


    Hearing this from him, Izabe was stunned for a moment, reacted and waved her hand: "I''m fine,


    really, go ahead and get busy."


    Victor frowned lightly, "Do you still want to keep shopping with Callie in this condition?"


    Naturally, Izabe did not want to continue shopping with Callie, she just wanted to be left alone.


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    The month and a half since she was adopted by the Lloyd family has been so quiet and fulfilling that


    her nightmarish past really doesn''t seem to have anything to do with her anymore.


    But today she ran into N again, and the things she said and the photos she was shown reminded


    her again and again how painful and unpleasant her past really was.


    Izabe gave him a look, "No, I want to be alone."


    Victor has never been one to meddle, "As you wish."


    "Thanks."


    Izabe sighed in relief, pursed her lips, and tightened and tightened her grip on the shoulder bag


    strap.


    She took onest look at Victor, then turned around and exited the mall.


    She didn''t know where she was going, and this was the first time she had been over here.


    Victor watched the back of the white dress walking further and further away, his mind suddenly shed


    back to the desperate and empty eyes of the girl being dragged across the road.


    He was inexplicably annoyed and lifted his leg to catch up.


    Izabe just walked out of the mall a few steps, the bag on her back suddenly tightened, she was


    strangled, the shock just eased over the face instantly white a few points.


    "This neighborhood is allmercial streets, there''s no ce for you to be alone."


    At the sound of Victor''s voice, Izabe''s tense heart rxed as she thought she''d run into N''s group


    again.


    Izabe pulled the strap of her bag on her shoulder, looked at Victor and hesitated: "There seems to be


    a park near here."


    "The park is full of people on weekends."


    Victor looked down at her, and without waiting for her to say anything more, he reached straight out


    and pulled the strap of her book bag, "Let''s go."


    "Huh? Where to?"


    Izabe was stunned for a moment, a bit overwhelmed by the reaction.


    Victor is tall and long-legged, and he walks fast.


    Izabe had some trouble keeping up, with her schoolbag strap still being tugged by him, she stumbled


    through the crowd and finally couldn''t help herself, reaching out and tugging on the person in front of


    her: "Victor, I can''t keep up with you!"


    She was so embarrassed that Victor turned around and saw Izabe holding her face red.


    The "Victor" still stands out in the noisy crowd, Izabe is probably anxious, a little louder, causing


    people to look around.


    Victor looked down at the person, his eyes fell inside the pair of almond eyes, just cried eyes are still a


    little red, which shed a few embarrassment and embarrassment, looking at him with a hint of


    embarrassment.


    Victor thought again of the rabbit he had kept, and he looked at her for a moment, withdrew his hand


    and his eyes: "Follow yourself."


    Saying that, he didn''t tug on her bag strap again and turned around to continue walking, just at a much


    slower pace.


    Weekend out to y a lot of people, not to mention the lover''s street this area is originally a busy


    Izabe was behind Victor and almost ran into someone several times.


    She didn''t know where Victor was taking her, she actually wanted to say she didn''t want to go and go


    home, but she was afraid Victor would think she was too busy.


    So crowded all the way, Victor in front of finally stopped.


    Izabe rushed over and watched as Victor unlocked the car.


    Victor gave her a look, "Keep up."


    Izabe froze and reacted as Victor was already pushing his cart to the crosswalk at the edge of the


    intersection.


    "Come up."


    Izabe had just walked over when she heard him say this.


    Izabe looks into the back seat of Victor''s car. No, Victor''s car doesn''t have a back seat.


    No back seat, where she goes ...


    Victor apparently just also discovered the fact that his car does not have a back seat, the two meet at


    eye level, and for the first time, he was embarrassed to look away first.


    Victor looked down and saw the crossbar in front of him, "Sit here?"


    For the first time he asked with such uncertainty that Victor regretted asking afterwards.


    Izabe stood there, looking at the crossbar and blushed: "No, it''s not very good, is it?"


    Victor also felt bad, but he grew up so big, or the first time a girl so disliked.


    He looked at the person and suddenly smiled: "Where is not good, can not fall you,e up."


    He said, feet propped up on the ground, the left hand originally holding the front of the car sideways to


    pull Izabe forward.


    Izabe was pulled over and looked at the crossbar that came up to her waistline, her face almost


    bursting with heat: "I, I can''t get up there."


    Victor frowned for a moment and put one hand directly around her waist and carried the person up in


    one go.


    The young girl''s soft waist and unique fragrance caught Victor off guard, others shuddered, and


    hurriedly let go of his hand, the car swayed a little, the green light in front of him came on, he looked


    ahead, "Hold on."


    "Victor, I-"


    Izabe was embarrassed and overwhelmed by her first time on a bike like this.


    Before the words were spoken, Victor got the bike up and riding.


    He leaned over, the cool mint scent of his bodying from him, and Izabe stiffened her body, not


    daring to move at all.


    The wind blew past her ears and Izabe could hear the other woman''s shallow breathing, and she just


    felt her heart beat inexplicably faster.


    Victor wasn''t riding very fast, there were a lot of cars on the weekend and he was carrying an Izabe


    in front of him.


    When the girl emerged, Victor''s face changed slightly and his hand hurriedly pressed the brake.


    Izabe just relieved not to hit the girl, suddenly the back of the head a pain, followed by the boy''s


    muffled grunt as if close to her ears, so close and so clear.


    "Victor, are you okay?"


    "Don''t move around."


    Victor licked the corner of his mouth that had been bumped and reached out to block the face that


    Izabe was about to turn.


    "I''m sorry."


    "What''s to apologize for, it''s not your fault."


    Victor nced down at her, but only saw Izabe''s bulging hair.


    The girl who rushed out apologized to them, and Victor swept the other side coolly, let go of the


    handbrake and kept riding on.


    The wind blew from the front, sweeping Izabe''s shredded hair into his face, and all Victor felt was an


    itch.


    He stiffened slightly, but fortunately soon, the ce to be arrived.