When Isabelle opened her eyes, she found that Sean was no longer in bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She walked out barefoot and saw the man busy in the kitchen, a smile spreading across her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. \u201cSean, it\u2019s so good to have you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sean felt the warmth on his back and gave a helpless smile. \u201cAlright, stop messing around. The food\u2019s almost ready. Go sit down and wait.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her bare feet. His expression tensed, and he lifted Isabelle into his arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy aren\u2019t you wearing shoes again? What if you get sick?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Isabelle snuggled in his arms, her face shy. \u201cBut I have you to carry me, don\u2019t I?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sean placed Isabelle on the sofa, carefully put her socks on for her, and then brought the food to the table.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBy the way, you don\u2019t like cilantro, so I didn\u2019t put any in the dishes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He thought Isabelle would be touched, but after waiting for a while without hearing a happy response, Sean looked up, confused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He saw Isabelle looking at him with red eyes, her lips pouting in grievance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCilantro is my favorite. How could you even get that wrong!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing that, Sean remembered\u2013it was Nina who didn\u2019t like cilantro.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His heart tightened, and he quickly explained, \u201cI\u2019m sorry, I\u2026 I remembered it wrong.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His apology was sincere, so Isabelle didn\u2019t press the issue.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After they finished eating, they got ready to go try on wedding dresses.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They passed a bridal shop, and Sean stopped Isabelle. \u201cI remember you like a traditional wedding. We can go in and try this one on.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as he said it, Sean himself froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The one who liked traditional weddings wasn\u2019t Isabelle, it was Nina.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They had once imagined their future wedding. Nina, lying in his arms, had told him in a soft voice that she liked tra- ditional weddings, heavily influenced by her mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sean looked dazed, not noticing at all that the color had completely drained from Isabelle\u2019s face beside him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Isabelle gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her face filled with venomous resentment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why can\u2019t Sean forget Nina even after she\u2019s gone!\u00a0<\/p>\n
She grabbed Sean\u2019s arm tightly, her expression a little wild. \u201cWho is it you can\u2019t forget!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
288 Vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
The pain in his arm pulled Sean back to his senses. He looked down and saw that Isabelle had already scratched his arm until it bled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing Isabelle\u2019s frantic expression, he couldn\u2019t help but frown.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sean had never seen Isabelle like this. In his memory, Isabelle was always like a sweet girl next door, gentle and in need of his protection.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIsabelle?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Perhaps noticing Sean\u2019s expression, Isabelle instantly dropped her look and put on a fragile one instead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Sean. I\u2019ve been sick so much lately, my emotions are a little unstable.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing her back down, Sean\u2019s expression softened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s fine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But he lost the desire to try on wedding dresses. Sean didn\u2019t know what was wrong with him today; his mind was filled with images of Nina.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Whatever he did, he would think of Nina.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sean looked down at his ring finger, where there used to be a ring Nina had made by hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Isabelle had put it away later, saying she was afraid he would lose it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s that ring I used to have?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Isabelle looked a little flustered. \u201cI put it away. It should be in the cabinet.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had thrown the ring away a long time ago.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t about to let her man keep another woman\u2019s things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back home, Sean started looking for the ring, searching through every drawer in the house, but he couldn\u2019t find it any- where.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stood up and looked at Isabelle, \u201cIsabelle, do you really not remember where you put it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Isabelle gritted her teeth, but put on an innocent face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea. Maybe Nina took it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the mention of Nina, Sean froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 13\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe it really was her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His mood instantly dropped, and Sean didn\u2019t say another word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing him like this, Isabelle wanted to tear Nina to shreds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All she could do was pray for the wedding to come faster, and faster.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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