A week later, Isabella was discharged and finally returned home. When William pulled up to the house, he hurried out of the car and gently lifted Isabella into his arms, not giving her a chance to step out on her own.
"William, what’s gotten into you? I can walk on my own," Isabella protested, squirming in his arms.
"Don't strain yourself. I need you to preserve every ounce of energy you have," William insisted as he strode inside, Isabella still in his arms.
Isabella scratched her head in confusion. "For what? William, what are you up to this time?"
"I'm throwing a party tonight. It's going to be relaxed, but I'll be introducing you as my mate," William announced in his typically aloof manner, then gently nudged Isabella's forehead with his own, affection shining in his eyes.
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