Isabelle’s eyelashes fluttered.
George tightened his arms around her, holding her close, his chin resting on her frail shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent.
His breath was uneven as he asked contentedly. “Is this your way to comfort me for the entire month?”
Isabelle, still thinking clearly, wondered.
What did he mean?
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