On the quiet evening of the same day, the doors opened and Isabella walked in quietly. She avoided making any sound, and when she heard Vincent's hoarse voice, she was startled.
“Why are you sneaking in?” Vincent asked, dropping a cup of wine on the table.
He watched her, puzzled, as she carefully walked in and closed the door behind her carefully and quietly. He didn't understand why.
When she turned around, he noticed her lipstick had smudged on her face. His head flinched back, imagining the unavoidable. He sensed something was wrong with her nervousness. Instantly, he walked to her.
“Are you okay? Did something happen?” he asked quickly, his eyes showing concern but she was still in disgust and unable to pull herself together after what happened.
She just quickly rushed home hopi
