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"In a while, call back. Let's talk about us first," Andrew said, looking at her with a deep, helpless gaze. "Isabella, how can I make you let go of me?"

Isabella gazed deeply into his profound blue eyes, a touch of cold sarcasm curling her lips. "Andrew, isn't that something I should be asking you? How can you let go of me?"

"I can't let go," Andrew replied firmly, his expression serious and solemn.

"Since Asher was born, it's impossible for us to completely sever ties. Initially, I just wanted to make do with you; after all, most people get by that way. I thought I could control everything, but emotions aren't something I can control. I don't easily fall for someone, but once I decide, I won't let go."

"Andrew, have you no shame? You won't let go. Are you planning to drag me to my grave?" Isabella was furious.

"If I die, you can remarry. But after your death, we'll be buried together. That, I'll instruct Asher," he said matter-of-factly, utterly serious, with no hint of jest.

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