Isabella pov

At the lunch break, I was surprised by Noah, pulling me to stand up “hey, what are you doing? Don’t touch me like this!” I huffed.

He smirked with a snickering tone “yes, you are right. I should wrap my arms like this.” And all of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tighter by his strong grip.

I gasped and tried to push him away “stop doing this, please. We are in school.”

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned in and placed a soft, warm kiss to my cheek “whatever. I’m the crown prince, and no one can stop me. Remember?”

I frowned and just walked silently until we reached the dinner at the school. I was going to pick my tray, but he stopped me suddenly, “where are you going?” He asked me in a confused but kind of angry tone.

I furrowed my brows “what? Going to pick my lunch for me!” I replied simply. Because what was I really going to do? And the chefs already used to prepare my meal every day. Even the chefs knew I was blind! Yes!

He dragged me gently from my arm and pushed me to sit on a chair, and I could tell it was his own table that he used to sit at—. Which was kind of embarrassing because it was in the middle of the dining area?

I tried to stand up and protest, “please, I will sit on my own table back in the corner.”

But he placed his finger on my lips “stop that, Bella. From now on, I will take care of you. What the hell did you think of me? That I will reject my mate and won’t take care of her?! No Bella. That definitely isn’t me.” He sighed and then trailed off his words, “now, baby Bella. Have a seat. And I will bring our lunch.”

I was shocked by how he treated me, his attitude was different from what I have heard about him, and actually, our first clash was proof that he was a badass playboy. I wonder what has changed him that much in just a few days?

No way! Bad boys will never change! Ever.

I sighed, drowning in my own thoughts. And again, all the school started talking about us. I could hear all of them laughing at me.

I placed both my hands on my ears to shut the demon noises, but it was too loud to neglect or do not hear. It was a humiliation! I hated that I was under the spotlight now. I have been hiding for almost all of my life. And in just a few days, I became a star?

I mumbled, shaking my body and singing to distract myself from the student’s waves of laughter—. But Noah, as a shining armor from nowhere, hollered with all of his voice almost echoing in the whole school, “Bella is my mate! I don’t want anyone to talk about her again, or you will be my enemy! Got that jerks and whores?”

He saved my ass again! What’s going on for god sake? Is he earnest about getting mated to me?

No, no, Bella. Don’t dream much.

What? Bella? Now I'm using the name he picked for me? Dammit, I’m screwed.

He butted into the chair next to me and placed the tray in front of us; I extended my hand to find that he only brought one tray. I narrowed my eyes and asked him in curiosity, “what does that mean? Where’s my food?”

He placed his arm on my shoulder and rubbed my back then said huskily, “I brought one for you and me. From now on, we will share everything, Bella.”

I muttered, huffing under my teeth, “and how should I eat now?”

He caressed my cheeks and chuckled, mentioning, “I will feed you baby, Bella.”

I gasped dumbfounded and stammered, “w_what?”

He wasn’t kidding! That guy has changed a hundred and eighty degrees. What’s wrong with him?

And yes, he shoved the spoon to my mouth, “eat baby Bella. Please.”

He said gently with a soft tone that could melt the iron heart, and indeed, my heart wasn’t even that tough to stop falling for him.

I wished that dream would last forever.

I blushed while chewing my food slowly. He blurted out, “do you know that you look stunning while eating? And your lips are so pink that I want to kiss you now and here.”

He said shamelessly, and I choked all of a sudden, turning my head away to cover how red and heating my cheeks from what he just said to me.

He started to open a conversation with me about my marks and why I kept myself away from other students, and I spontaneously opened my heart to him and told him about my fears. He was a good listener, and I felt comfortable talking with him as if I knew him a long time ago. As if we used to be lovers or best friends.

I was drowned in our conversations about my life and my school that I didn't even notice that the next class started, and everyone left the dining area.