All Chapters of Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The atmosphere in the grand university cafeteria was fairly quiet as lunchtime arrived. Most of the students had chosen to eat outdoors or at the fast-food restaurants around the campus. However, at a table tucked away from the crowd, Isolde sat across from Evander.Just as he had promised that morning, Evander no longer acted impulsively or touched Isolde without permission. Instead, the messy-haired young man was exceptionally generous. He ordered several of the cafeteria's finest dishes—from premium beef steak and pasta coated in rich cream sauce to Isolde's favorite chocolate ice cream—then slid every plate over in front of the curvy young woman."Eat as much as you want," Evander said casually, folding his arms on the table as he watched Isolde. "It's all on me."Isolde's gray eyes sparkled brightly. Her chubby cheeks flushed with delight as she looked at the feast before her. The awkwardness left behind by Evander's confession in the hallway earlier gradually melted away beneath

The black sedan drove calmly through the upscale shopping district in the city center before finally coming to a stop in front of a magnificent boutique designed in classic European architecture. The boutique's towering glass entrance was flanked by crystal chandeliers casting a golden glow, revealing rows of luxurious evening gowns elegantly displayed behind the showcase windows.Lucien stepped out first, fastening a button on his black suit with a graceful motion before opening the door for Isolde. The mature man extended his hand, gently taking the young woman's plump fingers and guiding her into the boutique.A stylish middle-aged woman—the boutique's owner and a renowned fashion designer—immediately welcomed them with a broad smile and a respectful bow."Good afternoon, Mr. Lucien," the fashion designer greeted warmly, her gaze shifting toward the curvy young woman standing beside him. "Is this the young lady you told me about over the phone earlier?""Yes, Clara," Lucien replied

The brief moment of unity between Evander and Azriel vanished as quickly as the morning dew. Before the sulky expression on Isolde's chubby face had even faded, Evander's grip on her shoulder suddenly slid down to her wrist, holding it firmly without hurting her."Come with me," Evander said shortly. His deep baritone carried a demanding tone, while his gaze reflected an overwhelming sense of urgency. "There's something important I want to talk to you about. Let's talk in my room."Evander began pulling Isolde's plump arm, intending to lead the curvy girl out of the art studio. Startled, Isolde could only stumble half a step as she followed the pull.However, before they reached the doorway, Azriel strode forward and blocked their path. His slender hand shot out swiftly, catching Isolde's other wrist and stopping her with a firm tug, bringing all three of them to an abrupt halt in the middle of the room."Hold on," Azriel said coldly, his beautiful eyes glaring openly at his older bro

Isolde quickly changed her clothes. She put on a thick cream-colored knitted cardigan that warmly wrapped around her curvy body, paired with a pair of comfortable trousers. Without wasting any time, the curvy girl quietly slipped out of her room, walked through the deserted corridor in the east wing, and made her way down the stairs toward the mansion's back door, which led directly to the inner garden.The night grew even later, and the cold breeze gently rustled the leaves. As soon as she stepped through the heavy wooden door, Isolde's gray eyes swept across the darkness of the garden, illuminated only by the faint glow of the dim garden lights.There, standing firmly beneath the shadow of a large old banyan tree, hidden from the security cameras and the passing servants, Lucien was already waiting for her. The mature man stood tall in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaning his broad back casually against the tree trunk."Luci!" Isolde whispered happily.Una

The heated encounter inside the dimly lit car cabin finally reached its peak. Isolde's soft, helpless moan intertwined with Lucien's deep, heavy groan, echoing gently throughout the cool, confined space. Isolde's curvy body trembled slightly before finally collapsing limply against the mature man's broad chest.Both of them panted heavily, trying to recover the last of the energy that had been completely drained. Lucien's breathing rose and fell as he gently stroked Isolde's bare back, still damp with a thin layer of sweat, while the lingering warmth between them had yet to fade completely.Isolde rested her chubby head against the curve of Lucien's neck, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. However, when her plump fingers accidentally brushed against a small package lying beside the driver's seat, her gray eyes widened in surprise."Luci..." Isolde called hoarsely, lifting her chubby face with a puzzled expression. "Do you... always carry protection in your car every day?"Lucie