“You’re doing something dumb by giving me that innocent look.” Darius looked at Edward contemptuously. The look in Edward’s eyes slowly morphed at his words—indeed, half of it belonged to the actual Edward, but the other half made one’s hair stand on end.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse. “I’m surprised you actually managed to see I’m not truly Edward. It’s not something that would’ve occurred to the average individual, yet you immediately thought about this.”

Isabella suddenly smiled, giving Edward’s face a creepy vibe. She could only control half of Edward’s body and struggled to drag the other half forward. Darius raised an eyebrow when he saw this and stood in Edward’s way with his hands behind his back.

He looked calm, but his hands betrayed him as he tapped the fingers of one hand on the other. Isabella couldn’t see this; all she knew was he was standing in her way.

She frowned and said gratingly, “You’d better get out of my way! All you’re doing is making me angr