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With her decision made, Isabella turned her attention to Ryle, who was still engrossed in his cartoons. She approached Layla, who was busy preparing for lunch, and cleared her throat to gain her attention."Yeah, Isabella? Do you need anything?" Layla asked, her voice filled with warmth and kindness."I need to go somewhere to meet someone, so I want you to take care of Ryle for me until I come back, please. I'll try to be back soon," Isabella requested, her words tinged with both gratitude and apprehension."There's no need to say please, hun," Layla replied, her eyes filled with understanding. "And I'll take care of him. Enjoy your time.""Thank you, Layla. You're the best," Isabella expressed her gratitude, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "And please, don't force him with food. Make whatever he asks for."With a final nod of assurance from Layla, Isabella made her way to her room to get ready. She wanted to present herself in a way that exuded confidence and strength, even though
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Her heart raced as she felt his penetrating gaze fixated upon her, causing her lips to tremble ever so slightly. The intensity of his stare was both unsettling and intriguing, as if he were peering deep into the depths of her soul. It was a gaze that seemed to strip away all pretense, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.Attempting to regain her composure, she nervously licked her lips, a reflexive action born out of a mix of anticipation and apprehension. A tentative smile formed on her face, betraying her inner turmoil, and she nodded her head in affirmation, unable to find her voice to respond verbally. It felt as if her words had gotten caught in her throat, trapped by the overwhelming emotions that surged within her.Observing her reaction, he raised an eyebrow, silently urging her to provide a verbal confirmation. Despite the familiarity and closeness they shared as best friends, his questioning gaze made Isabella feel as though she were a student facing a disappointed professor,
Love of the Lycan 88.
The inner turmoil that consumed Adam threatened to consume him entirely as he fought to maintain composure beneath the table. With every fiber of his being, he resisted the overwhelming urge to unleash his anger upon Isabella, berating her for the choices she had made and the life she had taken away. He clenched his hand into a tight fist, seeking solace in the painful pressure that turned his knuckles an ethereal white. His nails dug deeply into his own flesh, a feeble attempt to distract himself from the shattering of his heart. The realization that he could never possess her, that she now belonged to another, tore him apart piece by agonizing piece.His mind wandered into the realm of what-ifs, envisioning a life where Isabella stood by his side as his partner, ruling the pack together. In this alternate reality, his brother would be consumed by seething jealousy, left to wither in the shadow of their love. The depth of his desire for Isabella was unparalleled, surpassing even his
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Confusion and concern intertwined within Adam's thoughts, leaving him feeling as though he had missed a crucial piece of the puzzle. The weight of Isabella's marriage bore down on him, begging the question of how she could have taken such a significant step when she had yet to fully grieve the loss of her father. It seemed inconceivable that she would leap into matrimony without allowing herself the space to mourn, to honor the memory of the man who had played an indelible role in her life. A nagging feeling tugged at the corners of his mind, whispering that there was more to this story than met the eye. The knowledge gnawed at him, hinting at hidden truths and a web of secrets she shielded from view—perhaps even secrets she herself had yet to uncover.He pondered the possibilities, searching for any plausible explanation for her actions. It was clear to him that Isabella's love for both her parents ran deep, her devotion unwavering. There was no chance she had married merely as an es
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Isabella was keeping a secret, one that she had no intention of sharing with him. But Adam had always been relentless in his pursuit of the truth. He had an uncanny ability to unravel mysteries, to piece together fragments of information until the bigger picture emerged. And this situation would be no exception.Leaning forward, his voice steady and unwavering, Adam enquired, "Who is your husband, that is what I'm asking." His words hung in the air, piercing through the tension that had enveloped the room. As he spoke, he released his clenched fist, a physical manifestation of his determination, and relaxed back into his seat. His fingers closed around the handle of his espresso cup, bringing it to his lips for a sip. The warmth of the liquid offered a momentary solace amidst the storm brewing within him.Adam understood that maintaining a composed demeanor was crucial if he wanted to avoid arousing suspicion in Isabella's mind. The more nonchalant he appeared, the less likely she wou
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The weight of her unspoken secrets hangs heavy upon her as she realizes the extent of her omissions. The fact that she hadn't even informed him about her marriage gnaws at her conscience, creating a chasm of unspoken truths between them. Whenever he would probe for answers, she found herself evading the questions, hoping to shield both him and herself from the difficult realities she had chosen to keep hidden.Offering a half-hearted apology, she mumbles the word "Sorry" with a sheepish smile, aware of the inadequacy of her response. Her attempt to brush off the topic with a casual hand wave is met with a dismissive gesture from him, signifying his frustration with her evasiveness.Curiosity lingers in Adam's voice as he presses on, determined to uncover the details of her clandestine marriage. "Now, tell me about the lucky guy who whisked you away when I wasn't around," he inquires, his words laced with an undercurrent of bitterness that eludes her perception. Unaware of the hidden d
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Isabella's mind races as she contemplates the impossibility of finding suitable words to describe her husband, Giovanni. The weight of her frustration grows as she realizes the magnitude of the task before her. How can she convey the complexities of their relationship, the intricacies of their marriage, when she herself struggles to comprehend them?A flicker of hesitation crosses Isabella's mind as she ponders the repercussions of revealing Giovanni's true identity. The world of business is a small one, and there's a nagging worry that Adam may already be acquainted with her husband. The mere thought of potential connections between them sends a shiver down her spine, prompting her to guard her husband's name closely. After all, revealing his identity may expose their marriage to scrutiny, judgment, or even interference.The uncertainty gnaws at Isabella's conscience, leaving her feeling vulnerable and anxious. She wonders how others perceive Giovanni, what their opinions of him migh
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The air hung heavy with a palpable tension as Isabella couldn't bear the silence any longer. It gnawed at her, a relentless reminder of the delicate boundaries they had established. Desperate to divert the conversation away from her husband, she mustered the courage to inquire about Adam's plans. "Are you planning to stay here or venture off to Hong Kong again?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension.In that fleeting moment, Adam found himself contemplating the question, his mind traversing the intricate labyrinth of his thoughts. As he gazed at Isabella, a newfound determination took root within him. He couldn't simply turn his back and wander off to another city, not when he yearned to uncover the truth, to ensure her well-being, and witness her genuine happiness firsthand. Until he had fulfilled his purpose, he would remain by her side, offering support and solace in every possible way.A calmness settled upon him as he composed his response, carefully choosing his
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