Norman POV：

When I looked at Isabella’s angry red eyes and flushed cheeks, I felt that she was so angry that she wanted to break my neck now.

It suddenly occurred to me that she was guilty when she entered the house just now, so I couldn’t help losing my temper.

“So what? Do you want to kill me now?” I kicked those boxes, “You must do something wrong, or you wouldn’t care about whether I touched your things! I really want to know what dirty jobs did you do?”

Isabella didn’t expect me to be so angry. She froze for a moment and then became angrier.

“What do you...