“Don’t worry about it,” Isabella said, seeing Tyler lost in thought. She wrapped his coat tighter around herself. With only a b*a inside, the fabric felt rough on her smooth, exposed skin. However, the coat warmed her as if she were swaddled in a thick blanket.
Isabella’s anxiety and uncertainty vanished magically. She thought it was because of Tyler’s presence only. Little did the beauty know that the remnants of mystical energy in his coat were healing her.
Isabella tugged at the young man’s sleeve. “Let’s go back to the party. I’m feeling better now.”
“Could you continue without me?” Tyler replied, visibly distracted. “I will be right back. I‘ll hand over your wet shirt to the attendant in the lobby. They’ll dry wash it, and we’ll collect it before leaving. ”
“Sure…” the young woman
