Nineteen.

The first thing that came to Isabella's mind was to escape. Before she could even think about how foolish the idea was, her legs were already halfway across the big room she was just standing in peacefully only about a few minutes ago.

Had she prayed that the son of B should love her cooking and allow her to continue cooking for the family? Well now, she prayed that the man would choke on the food and slump down. Heaven forgives her for her evil thinking.

But why was he always popping up everywhere she went? Why was it that she could never hide from him no matter where in the world she went?

She was already at the door and ready to hold the doorknob when she felt a strong arm wrap itself around her to stop her from leaving. Frustrated about the inconvenient situation she found herself in, she turned around and began to slap the man across his chest while tears kept streaming down her face.

"Isabella, calm down, will you? I'm not going to hurt you," Seth assured her.

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