The smile on Isabel’s face froze, was she not beautiful enough, was she not obvious enough, and this man actually drove her away?
She secretly unbuttoned her collar, pushed up her snow-white breasts and said softly, “It’s quite a long way for me to come, won’t you stay with me for a while?”
“Miss Isabel take a seat, I’ll go to the study.”
Terry North’s eyes were still cold and stern.
He had only been in this position for less than a month, and with all the people under his command and all the forces at work, he could not afford to make a wrong move.
He was just about to go to the study when a woman pulled him by the arm.
His eyes chilled and he shook the man off hard.
Isabelle was startled, and when she met the man’s hawk-like eyes, she hurriedly let go of her hand.
This man was truly terrifying.
No wonder he had managed to sneak into August Manor alone and succeed in his a*sa*sination, and in the end, he had come back in one piece.
She took a deep breath and said, “I brought over a little oriental tea, called Pu’er tea, have you ever heard of this kind of tea?”
Terebei’s mind went blank for a moment.
His memory seemed to be stuck just over a month ago, unable to remember many things, and when he dreamed he could dream of fragmented memories from his childhood.
In his dreams, he vaguely heard that his name had the word North in it, so he named himself Terry North.
He remembers living in a group of yellow-skinned, dark-eyed people, and he thinks that he is supposed to be Asian, but exactly which country he is from, he is not sure.
He tried to analyse where he came from by starting with the language.
Instead, he found that he knew at least seven or eight languages, each of which was about as fluent as his native tongue.
Pu’er tea.
These three words were familiar, and should be something he had drunk before.
He said indifferently, “You make a cup and send it to my study.”
Isabel, who did not drink tea and did not know how to make it, left the errand to the maid.
The maid had served three chiefs and knew how to cook tea, and half an hour later, a cup of clear pu-erh tea was brought into the study by Isabel.
Terebei could smell the tea.
The scent lingered on the tip of his nose and caused his memory to let go for a moment.
It was as if something had entered his mind, and as if there was nothing there, a familiar, if unmistakable feeling ……
It was like yesterday at the restaurant, meeting that oriental woman ……
“It’s a tea I made myself, try a sip.”
Isabelle urged.
A word that brought Terry North back to reality.
He raised his hand indifferently, parted half of the tea out and handed it over, “You take a sip first.”
Seeing this action, Isabelle almost jumped in anger.
Was this man suspecting her of poisoning the tea, unless she was mad enough to take such a risk of poisoning it.
She took a breath, pushed her anger down and drank the tea in one gulp.
It was bitter, worse than coffee.
Seeing her look as normal, Terebei then picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.
The mellow taste of the tea filled his mouth, and the tea smelled elegant and refreshing ……
He slowly closed his eyes.
Isabelle’s heart thumped as she looked at him.
Earlier her father had asked her to become August’s wife and she had righteously refused.
This time her father had asked her to come to the door, she actually hoped to have something with the newly appointed chief, right, after all, young and handsome, and that scar on her face had grown on her aesthetics ……