"Once you're awake, have some food."

As soon as Isabella Wilson opened her eyes, a deep, resounding, and magnetic voice reached her ears.

Without thinking, she turned to look and was instantly stupefied. How could there be such a handsome man?

A long and upright figure, perfect proportions, and a military uniform as if it were tailored just for him—it was enough to make anyone lose their minds.

His profile was clearly defined, with long and deep-set eyes, a high nose, thin lips; every detail of him was exquisite to the right extent.

Obviously, the voice just came from this handsome man standing before her.

Isabella came back to her senses and asked, "Who are you?"

Throwing her a cold and contemptuous glance, the handsome man answered, "Isabella, have you had your fun?"

The man then ignored her, walked straight to the bed, placed the lunchbox he was holding onto the low table by the bed, picked up a kettle from the floor, turned around and left at a speed that suggested he was being chased by a ferocious Isabella was puzzled. From the man's tone, it seemed he knew her, but she couldn't think of when she had met him.

With her own retention and the man's features, if she had met him once, she was certain she would remember him deeply.

As she was thinking about it, her head suddenly exploded into a bout of extreme pain, and a memory that didn't belong to her accompanied by intense pain surged into her mind.

After the pain passed, she was shocked to find a fact she didn't want to accept at all. She had traveled through time, to a parallel timeline similar to Westerly during the 1970s!!!

The body she was in was also called Isabella Wilson.

And the handsome man earlier was Damon Salvatore, her own husband.

The key point was that this husband was the design of the original host.

Sighing, Isabella couldn't help but understand why people were so disgusted with her. As it turns out, she brought it on herself—or rather, it was caused by the original owner of this body.

Different from herself, the original owner was a rich woman doted on by all.

The original owner's father, Martin Wilson, was a division commander of a military district in the capital.

Her mother, Beatrice County, was the director of the Capital's steel mill.

The original owner also had two elder brothers. The eldest brother, Eric, who was married, was also in the military, and currently serving as a regiment commander in a military district in the Capital. The second brother, Tony, was still unmarried and was in politics, serving as the county magistrate in a county in the Northwest.

The parents of Martin, the father, were still alive and both were of the older generation of revolutionaries. The grandfather held the position of Deputy Chair of the Military Commission. Despite being retired, the grandmother still held a military rank, and it was by no means low.

The original owner was currently 19 years old, had just graduated from high school, and was also unemployed.

The Wilson Family did not prioritize sons over daughters. On the contrary, Isabella, being the only girl in this generation of th Wilson family, grew up pampered by the family members. This upbringing developed her capricious nature.

The story started two months ago when the original owner was delivering something to her father and accidentally ran into Damon, who had come to the country a mission. His stunning looks deeply attracted her and she arranged to marry him.

However, on the day of their wedding, Damon received a telegram advising him to immediately rejoin his unit.

He hastily left his new wife and their halfway-done wedding to return to his unit, and the original owner followed him to the northwest.

But the living conditions in the northwest were harsh, and the original owner began to complain a few days after arriving, crying and insisting that Damon returned with her to the country.

How could Damon agree to such an unreasonable demand?

Thus, under the instigation of some purposeful people, the original owner began a series of outrageous acts that disrupted the peace in the entire family compound.

The reason she was in the hospital was that yesterday morning, the original owner made a scene in the unit leader's office and accidentally bumped her head, causing her to faint. Everyone hurried to send her to the hospital.

Perhaps the previous host was too fragile, and with a single blow, she was gone.

And she only slept because of exhaustion and unexpectedly woke up in this body...

Isabella touched her somewhat throbbing forehead. What in the world was going on? She was a young, beautiful and unmarried girl who had not even had a boyfriend yet, but had inexplicably become a young married woman. The key issue was her design project that was about to be completed. That was the outcome of her lifetime of effort and now it was shelved. Just thinking about it made her heart ache.

Suddenly, the urge to urinate interrupted her thoughts.

Isabella stopped pondering.

Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

After all, she was an orphan. No matter the era, her circumstances would be the same.

Always take one step at a time.

She got up and went to find the bathroom. After using the toilet, she saw a washroom next to the bathroom and walked over.

The washroom was quite basic, with a super long sink made of cement, a few old-fashioned tap and a mirror on the wall.

She washed her hands and walked over to the mirror. The girl reflected in the mirror was wearing a white and blue striped patient's uniform, her long hair was curled into a voluminous coiffure and was also wrapped with a bandage on her head.

She had a petite face, curved brows, a pair of big lively apricot eyes, long eyelashes trembling slightly, a fair, immaculate skin that emitted a hint of pink blush, thin lips as tender as rose petals.

Indeed, she was a budding beauty and it greatly contrasted her original appearance.Isabella didn’t understand.

How come a girl as beautiful as a flower and from a prominent family was so misguided as to marry a man who didn't love her? Though Damon was handsome, there were plenty of good-looking men in this world. Why should she pine for one?

But she only pondered this for a few seconds, and then stopped. There were more important things to worry about, she really had no time for contemplating these things.

Just as she got to the entrance of the sickroom, she saw two people standing inside, their backs towards her. Despite this, Isabella recognized one of them immediately - the man clad in military uniform was Damon. As for the other man, his white lab gown suggested he was a doctor.

Just as she was about to push the door open, she suddenly overheard their conversation.

The doctor said, "Mr Salvatore, your wife really knows how to create a fuss. If you can't handle it anymore, why not consider a divorce?"

Hearing this, Isabella stopped involuntarily and held her breath to listen. She too was curious to know what Damon thought. Damon however, avoided the topic and instead said, "Could you please examine her again later? That woman has a fragile physique."

"Fragile physique? I haven't noticed. She's quite vivacious when causing trouble."

Isabella felt her headache intensify. The original host's extravagant shenanigans were likely known to everyone in the military district. She pushed the door open and walked in, the two men inside turning their heads simultaneously.

Damon looked at her, his expression as cold as ever.

The doctor looked a bit embarrassed, obviously worried that she might have heard their earlier conversation. Isabella nodded to both of them as a greeting and then walked towards the bed without acknowledging them further.

Dr Chris Ham, looking uncomfortable, cleared his throat and said, "Comrade Salvatore, let me change your dressing and run a check on you."

Isabella nodded and sat down at the bedside.

Dr Ham unraveled the bandage around her head and started to treat her wound using disinfectant and medicine from the tray.

After examining her, the ultimate diagnosis was - a minor concussion. She only needs to change her medication regularly and have sufficient rest.

"Nothing serious, Comrade Salvatore can be discharged from the hospital soon." Leaving this message, Dr Ham exited the sickroom.

Immediately, Damon also left. Isabella didn't ask what he was going to do and continued to lie in bed to rest.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle...

Hunger pangs screeched from her belly, making Isabella feel incredibly hungry. Looking at the watch on her wrist, it was 10:40 in the morning. She hadn't eaten or even drank a drop of water since she fainted yesterday morning. No wonder her stomach was complaining so vehemently.

There's nothing more essential than having a meal. She set her sights on the lunch box set on the side table and decisively picked it up.

Opening it, she saw that the flask was filled with spaghetti and beef stew with steaks. This was not a standard military food often given to them at the base so it must have been brought specially for her.

Without any qualm Isabella started eating and finished the plate of spaghetti, her stomach felt significantly more at ease and the hunger less intense. She leisurely began to eat the steaks. The steak was well seasoned and peppery.

Just as she finished everything, Damon reappeared in the infirmary.

He pulled a stool out from under the bed and sat down not far away.

"Isabella, let's talk," he said.

Isabella nodded, "Alright."

Both fell into silence for a while, unsure of what to say.

After some time, Damon spoke again, " Isabella I can't go back to the Capital with you. Conditions here are indeed harsh and not suitable for you. What I'm suggesting is that you go back to the Capital."

Isabella's understanding of his words was somewhat murky. Did he want her to leave the military, or was he suggesting a divorce?

Regardless of any factor, it was impossible for her to return to the Capital city at present. She is not the original owner, and if she returns, staying in the Wilson family for a long period would unavoidably expose her true colors. It's better to stay in North West for a few years before returning. By that time, even if the Wilson family notices the differences in her, she could pass them off as changes brought upon by her life in the North West.

She confidently answered, "I won't go back to the Capital city. I quite like it here."

After pausing, she continued," I'm sorry about my previous behaviors, and rest assured that it won't happen again. "

Regardless of the reasons, the former original owner's actions had indeed had a significant impact on him. Though she is not the original owner, she currently resides in her body, hence she has to carry the burden.

According to the original owner's memories, Damon holds a special position in the team as the leader of the newly formed independent battalion. The soldiers in the independent battalion are the elite selected from various units nationwide.

The high powers he held required him to be careful with every move he made. The previous owner's plot against him was taken advantage of by those with ulterior motives. Damon was nearly implicated with an immoral conduct label. Fortunately, the original owner's family and Damon's leaders intervened and suppressed the matter.

Moreover, the original owner's mischievous actions have already impacted his military career.

Damon didn't believe her at all. After he was forced to marry her, he originally harbored the mentality of having a good life with her. But such thoughts gradually disappeared after her tricks.

He nonchalantly responded, "As you wish."

Remembering there is a training session in the afternoon, he got up to leave for the hospital.

"Damon, do you want a divorce?" Watching his retreating figure, Isabella asked in a soft voice.

Damon had just reached the door when he heard the question. He paused for a moment but did not reply or turn back.

Isabella thought to herself, perhaps he did desire a divorce. He just couldn't due to his standing.