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Sixty-three
“I, I was on my way back here after I spent some time alone in the garden.… and I did see Nicholai unexpectedly–” “You what?” Nicholas reciprocated, his brows instinctively furrowed. “Please, listen to me first.” Whispering, Isabella touches his face, calming him. “I wasn’t doing anything you wouldn’t like me. You have to trust me like I did to you, okay?” It did help him slow down for a while, by letting out a soft deep breathing. “Alright. My apologies,” Isabella smiled warmly at him, caressing his face. “Thank you.” “As I was saying, I didn’t realize he was in the same way I was walking on and I admitted that I was spacing out too.” “As long as nothing bad happens,” he said. “I’m sorry, Mon Amour. I shouldn’t have reacted that way and should’ve trusted you. I’ll make it up, okay?”
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