She was no longer polite, and calmly, Farah said, "Thank you for being willing to protect me like this."
In a literal sense, it means, thank you for still being willing to protect me like this...
But Julian didn't think it was a sacrifice.
On the contrary, he felt an indescribable fondness for this woman, especially just now when his heart was completely open and at ease—
The man said softly, "Tell me your story, I want to know you."
"I don't have a story."
Isabella sat on the bed, her back to him, as the faint shadows from outside the window softly cast a cold, beautiful arc.
"Then I'll tell you my story." The man gave a mischievous smile.
"..." Isabella knew she was entangled with him and said coldly, "You can tell your story, but don't touch me."
"No problem."
