She decided to boldly reach out for a hug. Thinking it would be a brief embrace, she didn’t expect Theodore, being so tall, would accidentally cause her petite frame to wrap her arms around his slender waist.
This little guy really had a great physique—lean but firm, as if sculpted from years of fitness.
Without overthinking, Isabella bombarded him with questions:
"Are you getting used to being back home?"
"Did your stepmother and brother give you the cold shoulder?"
"Does Grandpa treat you well?"
Theodore held her tightly, as though afraid she might turn into a butterfly and fly away.
He recalled his first day back home: after retorting to his stepmother during dinner, she deliberately complained to his father. Without asking for the truth, his father slammed his bowl on the
