George couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I think we should have more of these good times in the future. If the distance bothers you, I can always come over whenever you call.”
Isabelle was silent.
This man is a willing, self–financed peacock, what limitations could he possibly have?
After speaking, George placed a hand gently on her neck, giving her a kiss on the forehead, followed by another on her cheek. His voice was low and seductive as he said, “I’m off to work. Drive safely.”
Satisfied, he got out of the car.
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