George turned to Isabelle. He placed a hand on her chair, holding her fork-wielding hand, and took the food to his mouth. After he ate it, George asked again, "What do you mean by not really?"
He asked, "Does it mean you trust me too much, don't care about them, or..."
Or you simply didn't care if other women approached me?
Isabelle didn't respond and continued having her meal.
George had no choice but to turn her face towards him. He called out to her, "Isabelle..."
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