Chapter 23

Leo allowed Isabella to show him the setting she’d prepared for their date. It was a large room in her house, which was five houses away from her father’s house. She’d said that she’d bought it because she cherished her privacy. On the dark table were steak, salad, French wine, and white-scented candles. Burgundy, black, and white made up the room’s color theme, and Leo, who was taken aback by it, was totally impressed. His black suit complemented it admirably. Isabella beamed with pride and excitement as she sauntered around in her short, body-hugging black dress, her hair sleek and her waist trim. Both her lips and her boobs were full.

“The fairest of them all,” he said.

Physical appearance had always been secondary to him in building an intimate relationship. But it’d never stopped him from complimenting women about their looks. She continued to cast a daunting glance on him and even as he sat down at the table.

“Why are you so attractive?” she questioned.