Jeffrey Foster felt quite innocent; how was he seducing her?
Yet Isabelle Martin's entire body leaned against him, and although he felt extremely stiff, he had the first notion of not wanting to push her away. Standing in the cold wind, Jeffrey Foster touched her small, cold hands and finally compromised, "Let go of me, and we'll go back."
"Really? Okay then!" Isabelle Martin was in high spirits, her voice especially cheerful, and she finally let go of Jeffrey Foster.
The tension in Jeffrey Foster's waist relaxed, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, the girl grabbed his arm, "The road is slippery, I'll hold onto you."
Where was the inquiry? She had simply made a decision for Jeffrey Foster.
