All Chapters of SOFT CURVES: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

As Vincent continued to pick out items, Isla couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. At first, she had been uncomfortable with the idea of him choosing her clothes, shoes, and jewelry, but as she looked at the assortment of carefully selected items, a strange sense of appreciation began to settle in. Vincent had always been generous, but this felt different. He wasn’t just buying her things for the sake of it—he was thinking ahead, anticipating what she would need for her new role. The thoughtful gesture started to chip away at the wall she had built around herself. Still, she couldn’t shake off the resentment that lingered, but she found herself allowing him to have this small victory. After all, it wasn’t often she saw him so eager to make her happy, and his smile as he handed her each gift was infectious.When they finally sat down in his car, Vincent’s demeanor shifted, showing a side of him that Isla hadn’t seen in a while. He held up the toy airplane with a look of genuine

Randy furrowed his brows, his emotions betraying the internal conflict he tried to suppress. What Vincent did had struck a nerve, something Randy couldn’t ignore. He had spent the evening trying to act nonchalant, but it was impossible to mask the jealousy simmering inside him. That single gesture between Vincent and Isla triggered an avalanche of emotions he thought he could control. It was as if his silent hopes had been crushed before they even had a chance to bloom. For the first time in a long while, Randy felt an overwhelming frustration that he couldn’t simply brush aside. The weight of jealousy pressed heavily on Randy’s chest, consuming him with every passing moment. He decided it was better to leave the celebration than to stay and let his emotions spiral out of control. Staying any longer, watching Isla and Vincent together, would only fuel the fire of jealousy raging within him. It wasn’t just the act itself—it was the realization that Vincent, knowingly or unknowingly, s

As Isla settled into the living room, she tried to push the uncomfortable feelings aside, but they lingered in the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of her unease. It wasn’t as if she didn’t care for Vincent—she did, in fact, her feelings for him had always been complicated and multifaceted. But there was something about the dynamic between them that made her anxious. It had been years, and yet, every time Vincent was near, she couldn’t escape the same tension she felt back then. It was almost as if their past, with all its unsaid words and unspoken emotions, still clung to them, refusing to let go. The weight of their shared history seemed to hang in the air, making every interaction feel like it was carrying more significance than it should.Even now, after everything that had happened, there was still a sense of distance between them—an invisible wall that Isla couldn’t break through. She remembered how much they had meant to each other back in the day, how

Isla’s heart raced as the intensity of her emotions overwhelmed her, making it impossible to articulate just how deep her longing for Vincent had become. Every touch, every kiss, spoke louder than words ever could. Her entire being responded to him, her body craving his presence and connection. It was as if time had slowed down, and in that moment, nothing else existed except for the two of them. She kissed him back with equal passion, matching the hunger in his lips, the urgency in his touch. It was a surrender, an unspoken understanding that they were each other's everything, and nothing else mattered but this shared intimacy.As Vincent pulled away from her lips, his voice broke the silence, his words like a balm to her soul. “Oh sweetheart, I missed you, I missed you so much.”His confession echoed in her mind, and Isla’s heart fluttered with joy and warmth. It was a promise, a vow, and she could feel the depth of his affection in every syllable. The love they shared was undeniabl