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CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

Author: Grace Kelly
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-07 17:25:20

ISABELLA’S POV

By the time Kelvin arrived, my legs were soaked by my tears. It seemed he could tell how hurt I was because he didn’t bother to ask any questions as he helped me into his car. Throughout the drive, all I could do was stare outside the window, hoping and wishing that this was a dream.

But it wasn't. Because when the moment I pulled my eyes apart the following day, all I could see was the room that looked nothing like mine. I had been too drained last night to insist on being moved to a hotel. All I just wanted was some peace.

My head throbbed hard from all the crying, and as I strode through the house, I caught sight of Kelvin.

“You up early. How do you feel?” He asked, dressed in a brown leather jacket, black singlet and black pants with a black belt with silver buckle. He had a sunshade on with light orange-like glasses. “I have a meeting with a company in thirty minutes.” He explained. I nodded, my throat clogged. “What would you love to eat so I can get Anna to make
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