Isabella POV：

When I got up in the morning, I was alone in the room, but I heard several people laughing downstairs.

“Norman, Norman!” I called Norman’s name irritably, but it was a long time before I heard him going upstairs.

When he opened the door, he still smiled. It was disgusting.

“Isa, you are awake. Let me help you get up and wash up.”

I didn’t allow Norman to help me. I just sat there and asked, “What did you see downstairs? Why did you laugh so happily? You woke me up.”

“Nothing, Monica sent us something from Paris.” Norman said casually, but I saw his bright smile.

“Paris?”...