Isabella was cold sometimes, but that was not her true personality. She was a reasonable person.

Austin was not worried that he would be mistreated as a live-in son-in-law.

“Ms. Isabella.”

Isabella looked toward him and waited for him to speak.

He asked, “This may be abrupt, but may I ask what your ideal type is?”

Isabella was stunned.

Why did the question come to her?

What was the type of man she liked?

‘Someone like Austin,’ she thought.

After a moment of silence, she said, “I l