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"So, you're saying that it doesn't concern me?" Xavier asked her with a curious face, Isabella nodded, "Yes, whom I love is my personal choice."
Xavier leaned forward, "Bella, there are many things you aren’t aware of," he began, with a calm yet heavy voice, "You hate me for what happened that day, but there’s so much for you to know about that."
Leaning back in her chair, Isabella let out a bitter smile, and her calm demeanor faltered little by little, "It’s good that you mentioned that yourself. You’re right, there are many things I wasn’t aware of, I was blind, and lived like a fool for years back then."
Xavier frowned as her words caught him off guard, "What are you trying to say?"
Without a word, Isabella reached into her purse and pulled out an old letter almost close
