I love you, Isabella Morty.
I love you, Isabella Morty.
I love you, Isabella Morty.
Like a bell, those words kept ringing in Isabella’s ears. Everything stopped momentarily–her breathing, her movement, and even her chest rising. She hears nothing but the loudest pump in her chest. It sounded so loud as if it was jumping from the incomparable amount of happiness she was feeling.
Behind her silly thoughts, Isabella could die in peace–with a broader smile on her lips. So, this is what it feels like to be loved by a duke? Even the tiny voice in her head sounded excited, giggling from the wave of new emotion she felt.
He loves me. He loves me. She kept on repeating them, telling herself he finally loved her. It indeed sounds like a childish reaction, but Isabella cares only about Nicholas
