EX-husband Groveling to Me

Chapter 680 Believe It Or Not

Chapter 680 Believe it or not

Izabella spent more than an hour working on the two questions, and had just come out of Victor's room

when Alicia came up to call them down for dinner.

Victor did have something to do this afternoon and had an appointment with Maximus and Milo.

Izabella spent the afternoon memorizing English words, with nothing else to do, chatting with Callie on

FaceBook and falling asleep with her phone.

Wake up is already five o'clock in the evening, she washed her face, took the language book to the

balcony was required to memorize the ancient poems.

The wind on the balcony was very comfortable, and there was a lounger on it, and Izabella lay on it,

rocking while memorizing books, which was very appropriate.

In the basketball court of the city gymnasium.

Victor's last three-pointer decided the game.

Milo's hanging heart was also relieved, this time the opponent was a bit powerful, two of them

specialized in defending Victor and two in defending Maximus, every time Victor and Maximus both got

the ball, the pitch was very difficult.

His ball skills with the other two are really pulling the crotch, not to mention also grinding through, the

other two are randomly pulled to make up the numbers.

But the team that came to the appointment this time is different, two of them are from the city's bad

team, all five of them are from the varsity team, practiced for more than a year, the tacit understanding

is much better than the five of them improvised team.

This game can be said to be completely rely on Maximus and Victor two people to cooperate to barely

win, Victor three-pointer into the basket before, two points short, Milo looked at the big screen

countdown, already thinking to lose.

I didn't expect Victor to score at the critical moment, a three-pointer.

Milo jumped straight up and ran to Victor, reaching out to put Victor in a hug, only to be kicked away by

Victor with a single blow: "Get out."

He was covered in sweat and the man was hot.

Victor came down from the court, unscrewed a sports drink and tilted his head and gulped it down.

Maximus approached, "Dinner later?"

Hearing his words, Victor inclined his head, "You go with Milo."

Milo said, "Victor is going back to tutor his sister-in-law!"

"Little sister-in-law?"

Maximus caught the point and looked at Victor with a smirk: "Izabella?"

Victor's trailing finger holding the bottle twitched slightly, but soon he recovered and snorted, "You listen

to Milo's nonsense?"

"My godmother and godfather are going on a business trip tomorrow, and I'm going back to have dinner

with them tonight."

Milo wimped out and was a bit aggrieved: "I'm not talking nonsense, Victor you're taking care of

Izabella so much, if you don't like her, what is it?"

"I kinda take care of you too, is it hard to say that I've liked you for a long time?"

Victor gave Milo a blank look.

Maximus smiled, "You didn't even explain before."

Victor gave Maximus a look, "Believe it or not."

He said, lifting a shoulder bag aside, "I'm going back, make your own arrangements."

Maximus waved his hand and looked at Victor's back, thinking.

Milo watched people walk away, could not help but spit out with Maximus: "Maximus, I really did not

say nonsense! He grew up hating girls, and has never been at the same table with a girl since junior

high school, but Izabella was her table, even if we changed seats on Friday, Izabella chose to sit with

Callie, and the class teacher came to say a few words hoping that they would learn from each other

and improve, and Victor agreed to continue to be at the same table with Izabella! "

Milo said thirsty, drink a mouthful of water: "You do not think that only this thing ah! Victor he did not

never love to teach people, he can now every day to Izabella to solve the problem, I went to ask him,

he directly let me turn the book."

"Look, he's so double standard, he doesn't like Izabella, can't he really treat Izabella as his sister?"

Maximus tsked lightly, "Maybe he really just thinks of Izabella as a sister?"

So what if you really are a sister, but you're not related by blood!

Victor does not know Milo in front of Maximus mouth broken so many things, he went out after noon,

played basketball, now back to the Lloyd family is just after 5:00 6:00 time.

Alicia and Ashle will be flying abroad tomorrow and will not be back for a little over half a month.

Today's meal, Alicia had Ashle cook it herself, trying to make up for their absence for the next few days.

And he really wasn't lying.

"Victor, back so early?"

Victor nodded, "godmother, where's Izabella?" Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's upstairs memorizing."

Victor responded, "I'm going to take a shower, godmother."

Alicia couldn't care less about him, "Go on, dinner will be ready in another half hour or so!"

"Good."

Victor went upstairs and subconsciously glanced at the opposite door before going back to his room,

the door was lightly covered and he only glanced at it before withdrawing his eyes and going back to

his room.

In late May, J City was in full summer mode. Victor played a game of basketball and sweated all over

his body, and although he was dried out on the way back, his clothes smelled like sweat.

He took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom much fresher.

Victor knocked on the door of Izabella's room, yet no one answered.

He raised an eyebrow and lifted his leg towards the balcony.

The balcony was windy, he had just washed his hair and stood for a while, his hair dried quickly.

Before the person reached the door, Victor heard the sound of reciting poetry.

The peach blossom eyes moved, he stopped in front of the door, inclined his head and could see a

rocking chair to the side, Izabella was lying on it with her eyes closed, holding a book with both hands

on her chest, and inside her mouth was reciting the Psalms.

The wind blew across her face, her hair was lifted to her face, and the pure white face of the young girl

was serene and sweet.

"Victor, do you like Izabella?"

Milo's words came out of nowhere and Victor's heart skipped a beat.

He hurriedly turned his eyes away, lifted his legs and walked out, tsking, "You're quite good at enjoying

yourself."

Victor's voice came from the cold, and Izabella was so startled that she scrambled to get up from the

rocking chair.

The book in her hand fell directly on the floor, the amplitude of the rocking chair also with her anxious to

get up the action at once than a big.

Victor raised an eyebrow and lifted his leg and pressed it into the rocking chair.

The rocking recliner stopped and Izabella looked over at Victor in embarrassment, "Victor, you're

back?"

"Hmm."

"Did you win the contest?"

Victor heard her say that and inclined his head to look at her, "How did you know I was going to the ball

game?"

"Aunt Alicia said so."

"Oh, godmother."

Victor felt a few moments of loss, but the emotion only flickered: "Didn't you memorize the Psalms long

ago?"

"Learn from the past and learn from the new."

Victor grunted, "That's quite an effort."

Izabella leaned over and picked up her language book: "I don't have as good a memory as you do."

The young girl leaned over, the doll's round collar slightly forward, the sudden scenery into the eyes,

Victor hastily turned away from the line of sight, pursed thin lips, eyes emotions floating.