Chapter 499

In front of him, she was utterly powerless. Isabella Goodwin had no chance of resisting. Even though she felt like she'd used every ounce of strength she had, Dylan Han easily pinned her down on the operating table. "Let go of me." Panic was written all over her face. Dylan was panting too, clearly furious, yet he seemed detached from reality, rambling on about all the things he’d “sacrificed” for her, completely lost in his own narrative. To Isabella, all of it was just revolting. Gradually, the fight drained out of her, though her eyes still burned with defiance and disgust. "You can keep me locked up here, but my soul? You'll never own that. My heart belongs to my husband, my daughter, my home." "I'm your husband. We have a daughter together." "In your dreams!" Her voice cracked into a scream, and for a moment, everything felt like a desolate wasteland. Dylan looked down at her under him—she'd stopped struggling, but her eyes, sharp and cold as ever, still glared at him with thinly