  &quot;I can't..&quot; Isabella was crying because she couldn't walk due to his actions. Tears filled in her eyes but she didn't let them fall down. Dylan watched her with guilt because even if he promised himself not to lose his control, he just lost his control.
      &quot;Alright, let me&quot; he said as he picked her up. Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest. He chuckled and walked out of the office. He really felt bad for her because she wasn't lying, she actually had no strength to walk because he became rough.
      With her condition, he didn't have to do it to her like that. It was him who wiped her, dried her hair and wore her clothes to her while she was looking down without looking at him. She asked him to stop but he couldn't control himself.
      &quot;Isabella, I'm sorry okay&quot; he muttered as he took her towards the elevator

  &quot;Nothing, just wanted to ask you&quot; He replied, then she smiled at him and nodded with a lovely gaze. Then Dylan ordered food and looked at Isabella again, she was looking out of the huge glass window with a smile.
      He watched her smile and his heartbeat increased. She was gorgeous, suddenly he remembered how gorgeous she was on their wedding day. Wearing a while wedding gown which was decorated with golden colored roses. He still remembers how she shyly smiled at me.
      His lips subconsciously curled upwards remembering that day, if though he didn't want to marry her he liked the way she looked. She was gorgeous and innocent, she was loved by everyone in their city. She was kind and helped people a lot.
      &quot;Isabella, is it true that you secretly sold a mansion that your father gave to you?&quot; He asked him with a chuckle. Then she immediately looked at him an

  &quot;Alright, get up. I got you a dress&quot; Dylan got up from the bed and lifted her up as if she was a child while Isabella was giggling.
      &quot;Let's take a shower&quot; He kissed her forehead and walked into the washroom in his office and then filled the bathtub with warm water before placing her inside of it. Then he climbed inside of it too and pulled her to him.
      &quot;Dylan.. Are we going home?&quot; she asked him as she looked back at him. Then he smiled and kissed her cheek before shaking his head.
      &quot;After having lunch, we will go somewhere and then go home at night&quot; he uttered as she rested back of her head against his chest. Then she smiled and took his both hands as she made him hug her waist.
      &quot;Are we going for a date?&quot; hearing her, Dylan laughed. Then Isabella immediately looked at him with a cute pout. He didn't have the heart t

&quot;I can't..&quot; Isabella was crying because she couldn't walk due to his actions. Tears filled in her eyes but she didn't let them fall down. Dylan watched her with guilt because even if he promised himself not to lose his control, he just lost his control.
      &quot;Alright, let me&quot; he said as he picked her up. Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest. He chuckled and walked out of the office. He really felt bad for her because she wasn't lying, she actually had no strength to walk because he became rough.
      With her condition, he didn't have to do it to her like that. It was him who wiped her, dried her hair and wore her clothes to her while she was looking down without looking at him. She asked him to stop but he couldn't control himself.
      &quot;Isabella, I'm sorry okay&quot; he muttered as he took her towards the elevator. Then he entered and pressed the button while waiting for her answer. She just simply nodded but d

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