Chapter 130: Aphrodisiac

"Are you mad at me?"

Isabel said nothing instead she focused on stabbing the potatoes on her plate.

"Have I ever refused you anything?"

She blinked, thinking of an answer to his question though she didn't plan to reply, she discovered he always did what she asked and did more except for a few nos here and there but... He was always there.

"No," she answered curtly, guilt nagging at her.

"Then you must know I have a very good reason for refusing you this one thing. Trust me, Isabel, please."

She stared at her meal, fighting with her emotions. She thought of the drugged wine.

"Ezekiel," she began, looking up. Her eyes widened in horror seeing him bring down his glass from his lips.

"What?" He questioned, cleaning his mouth with a serviette.

She opened her mouth and shut it. "I drugged your wine," she croaked out.

"What?" His eyes bulged out and he looked into his glass, "what are you talking about?"

She kept silent, staring at him with wide eyes. He stared at her, his eye size matching