George did not mind but rather admired Isabelle. He politely said, “I apologize for my presumption...”
“You weren’t presumptuous, you were audacious to the point of absurdity,” Isabelle muttered to herself.
Then she stood up and said, “I’m not staying for dinner. There will be another chance in the future...”
“But the meal is almost ready.” Magnus also stood up and asked hurriedly, “Are you rushing back to Norward City?”
“Yes,” Isabelle didn’t explain.
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