Chapter 713: Chapter 713: You’re Blushing
Zelda Willow’s voice quickly came through, "Hey, Iris, there’s something I need to tell you, Isabelle Willow is back!"
Isabelle Willow is back!
This sentence exploded in Iris Crawford’s ears, her whole body felt electrified. She never imagined that Isabelle Willow, who was thought to have perished in the ocean and disappeared for more than twenty years, would actually return.
Isabelle Willow, she was simply her nightmare, the Crawford family’s nightmare.
It was a long while before Iris Crawford found her voice, "Where is she now?"
"Today she went with your brother to get the divorce certificate, but Iris, your brother has been captivated by Isabelle Willow for so many years. I’m afraid they might rekindle their relationship, so please help me keep an eye on things. I will fly over soon."
"Okay." Iris Crawford nodded and then hung up the phone.
Putting her phone away, Iris Crawford returned to her car, pressed down on the gas pedal, and headed straight for the civil affairs bureau to find Isabelle Willow.
She just wanted to ask Isabelle Willow how she had the nerve to come back.
The Crawford family, a noble family in Aethelgard, had a pair of children born to the matriarch. Originally, the Crawford family was thriving, warm, and harmonious, but since her brother Jude Crawford married Isabelle Willow, the family grew cold, scattered, her life was ruined, Mrs. Crawford shed so many tears, Jude Crawford’s thirty years of life vanished in the blink of an eye.
Sometimes Iris Crawford often wondered why someone like Isabelle Willow appeared in this world, how great it would be if she hadn’t!
Everyone, suffered and agonized because of her.
...
Isabelle Willow exited the villa gates, and from a distance, she saw a luxury car on the lawn. Now, next to the car stood a steady and tall figure; Jude Crawford had arrived, waiting for her, with one hand in his pocket, holding a cigarette casually between two fingers.
The smoke blurred his deep and defined features; his expression was unclear, only the taut ’chuan’-shaped furrow of his brows could be vaguely seen.
Isabelle Willow slowly stopped, unable to take another step forward, it seemed as if mountains and rivers separated them.
Once, regarding the top business aristocrat in Aethelgard, there were rumors that one meeting with Jude Crawford could lead to a lifetime of mistakes.
Back then, she didn’t understand the meaning of those words, but now she knew firsthand what they meant, and in many years to come, Isabelle Willow deeply grasped their significance.
Seemingly sensing her gaze, Jude Crawford lifted his head amidst the smoke, his profound eyes immediately landing on her.
Isabelle Willow could only lift her foot and walk over.
Jude Crawford threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with his polished black shoes. He looked at her, "You’re here?"
"Yes," Isabelle Willow nodded, "Let’s go."
She intended to open the back car door and sit in the back.
But suddenly, Jude Crawford’s deep voice came to her ear, "Sit in the front."
Isabelle Willow looked up at him; the front passenger seat is generally reserved for one’s wife, given their current relationship, it was not suitable.
However, Jude Crawford had already turned and gotten into the driver’s seat, casually saying, "I’m not your driver."
One sentence blocked countless words, and Isabelle Willow could only sit in the front passenger seat.
...
The luxury car sped down the road, the cabin was very quiet, Isabelle Willow didn’t speak, and Jude Crawford focused on driving.
Getting closer to the civil affairs bureau, Isabelle Willow spoke up, "Did you bring your ID, household registration?"
Jude Crawford didn’t look at her, just nodded and hummed, "Yes."
"Did you bring the marriage certificate as well?"
This time Jude Crawford moved, arching his sword-like brows and turning his head to look at her cold features, "Do you need the marriage certificate for a divorce as well?"
"Yes, you didn’t... forget it, did you? I remember... our marriage certificate was kept by you, you put it away."
Jude Crawford faintly curled his thin lips, seemingly amused, "Your memory is quite good."
"..." Isabelle Willow couldn’t believe he said this without ulterior motives, every action he took, every word he said was meticulously calculated, no one could outplay him.
Isabelle Willow didn’t want to pay attention to him, so she turned to look outside the window.
At this time, his deep magnetic voice came to her ear, with a hint of laughter, "Are you angry?"
"No."
Isabelle Willow had just denied it when his large hand reached over, pinched her cool cheek, "Don’t be angry, okay?"
He patiently coaxed her in a low voice, overflowing with tenderness, Isabelle Willow’s face turned red; he was still the same as many years ago, liked to pinch her cheek, liked to say inappropriate things to make her angry, then come to comfort her.
"Don’t touch me." Isabelle Willow struggled, pushing away his large hand.
Jude Crawford did not force her; he withdrew his hand but remarked at the blush on her cheeks, "You’re blushing."
Isabelle Willow lifted her head, looking at the polished car window, the reflection showing her blushing face at this moment.
"It’s been so many years, how can you still blush so easily, like a little girl." Jude Crawford seemed to be teasing her.
Isabelle Willow didn’t engage with his topic, but earlier, his rough fingertip had pinched her cheek, the sensation remaining, identical to the spring dream she had one night.
"You didn’t bring the marriage certificate, then we can’t get the divorce certificate today," she said.
Jude Crawford frowned, seeming to contemplate, "That’s really a shame, I’ve thrown our marriage certificate away, it’s gone in the trash."
What?
Isabelle Willow turned her head, shocked as she looked at him, "You threw away the marriage certificate, when did you do that?"
"I don’t remember, it was a long time ago, probably after you gave birth to Hayden, some time you refused to let me into the room, I angrily threw the marriage certificate away. I thought, anyway, a wife is just an accessory, she can’t scold or be touched, you made me angry, so I threw the certificate away."
"..." Isabelle Willow was speechless, "What now?"
"How about we go to the civil affairs bureau and get a new marriage certificate first?" Jude Crawford kindly suggested.
Isabelle Willow was dumbfounded, they had arranged to go to the civil affairs bureau for a divorce today, but things took a dramatic turn, the divorce certificate turned into a wedding certificate?
Isabelle Willow couldn’t help but suspect that all this was part of Jude Crawford’s calculation, he always strategized, capable of planning everything.
Isabelle Willow hadn’t said anything yet when suddenly a car emerged ahead, directly blocking their path.
"Jude Crawford, watch out!" Isabelle Willow instinctively cried out.
The car came out too suddenly, Jude Crawford reacted quickly, he turned the steering wheel left, "Boom," a dull crash sounded, his forehead directly hit the windshield, but the car stopped.
"Jude Crawford, are you okay, you’re injured!" Isabelle Willow leaned over quickly, raising her hand to support his hit forehead, "Does it hurt?"