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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Penulis: Grace Kelly
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-01-13 09:48:30

ISABELLA’S POV

“I don't think we should do that after what happened last night.” He responded, dishing the chicken, fried potatoes, and egg on a plate and handing it to her.

“We?” she repeated, then added, “Thank you for the food.”

He hummed as he poured her an orange juice. “You don't think I will let you go alone, right?”

She was speechless for a second. She wasn't entirely expecting him not to follow her, and she didn't want to bother him.

“Enjoy your meal while I go take a bath, okay.” His hand was resting on the table as he spoke before he raised a palm and touched her forehead. “You seem better now. Let me know if it changes.” With this, he walked out of sight.

Her mouth tasted bitter, but she managed to chew the food because she couldn't let his effort go to waste.

Soon, he was dressed in a light blue shirt and cream-colored shorts. His face was neatly shaved, too. She was done, too, and within minutes, they were in his car, driving towards Mireille’s apartment.

Her heart be
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