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The spectacle unnerved the others who hade to collect them, causing them to hesitate, fearful of causing a scene.
At the helm stood a young man with tousled hair, a fusion of features, his appearance akin to a living painting.
Isabelle, however, remained unperturbed by themotion.
Upon spying Isabelle, Yves lit up with a radiant smile, reaching out for a hug
Yet, as they closed the gap, Isabelle abruptly thrust the backpack she carried into his arms.
Yves caught the bag and attempted to approach further.
With a firm tone, Isabelle stated, “Let’s get moving
Overflowing with emotion, Yves eximed, “My dear!”
To which Isabelle retorted, “I’m famished.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.
Upon Yves prompt, he swiftly grabbed the backpack and caught up with her stride. “Let’s head home. Got everything set up, including all your favorite grub,” he informed her.
As they exited the airport, the streets were awash with a parade of luxury cars, each apanied by stern- faced, ck–suited bodyguards.
Rumor had it that this man’s retinue rivaled that of the president, especially during Isabelle’s arrivals.
Approaching one of the cars, Yves gantly opened the door for Isabelle.
Isabelle shot back, “nning to raid my closet?“,
Yves chuckled. “Can I add your clothes to my collection?”
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Isabelle countered, “Think I’ll just blow instead<b>.</b>”
Yves nodded. “Absolutely, if it brings a smile to your face.”
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The convoy leisurely rolled into a secluded <b>estate</b>, nked by verdant surroundings..
On the left sprawled a vast, meticulously tended garden, imparting a sylvan charm to the abode. To the right stretched out a lush green golf course.
At the <b>entrance </b>of the opulent mansion, the butler and servants stood in immacte formation, awaiting their arrival.
Isabelle gracefully stepped out of the car, striding in <b>as </b>if she owned the ce, heading straight for the dining room where the <b>stall </b>awaited hermands.
Handing Isabelle’s <b>backpack </b>to a servant, Yves instructed them to take it upstairs and ensure the room was aired out.
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At the dining table, set with two chairs, Isabelle confidently imed Yves‘ seat without a moment’s hesitation, while the servants visibly fretted, their brows damp with perspiration,
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Yves, unfazed by the switch, took the adjacent seat, knowing it had always been intended for Isabelle.
With delight. Yves uncorked several meticulously selected bottles of fine wine, each boasting a hefty price. tag, all in a bid to offer Isabelle a diverse array of options.
“Cheers, darling”
“Hey, try this, he urged, presenting a dish tailored precisely to her pte. “I’m positive it’ll tickle your taste
buds.
“How’s that treating you?”
Isabelle nodded in approval. “Not <b>too </b>shabby.”
A wide grin spread across Yves‘ face. “In that case, no need to rush off. I’ll have the chef whip this up for you daily.
Yves, who had been experiencing ack of appetite ofte, found his hunger reignited in Isabelle’s presence, relishing a sumptuous meal alongside her.
While Isabelle savored her meal, Yves leaned in, resting his chin on his hand, his gaze filled with admiration, a radiant smile gracing his face.
“How’s your dad holding up?” Isabelle inquired between bites.
“Much better, thanks to you. And I’m also working on sorting out that medical license for you,” Yves responded warmly.
“I’ll swing by to see him tomorrow,” Isabelle dered.
Yves leaned closer, teasingly asking. “Going to see your inws, are you?”
Isabelle corrected him with <b>a </b>smirk, “Feck off.”
Yves chuckled. “Mom heard you were in town and rushed back from Washtonst night. She’s got all the gifts lined up.”
Isabelle snapped, “Piss off.”
Years <b>ago</b>,
Yves’s father faced a daunting heart condition, with no surgeon willing to tackle the operation. Isabelle, however, boldly stepped forward<b>, </b>securing her medical license only after the triumphant procedure.
Though her primary aim had been licensure, the operation forged a profound bond between her and Yves,ying the foundation for their present <b>rtionship</b>.
“Aren’t you anxious about Jim?“Isabelle queried.
Isabelle’s prompt sparked a sudden realization in Yves, prompting him to ask, “Is that rascal Jim still kicking?”
“He’sid up at home. Isabelle replied casually.
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A grin spread across Yves‘ face. “Served him right, did he?”
“He got into a scuffle,” Isabelle exined.
Yves chuckled. “I’ll hit him up on video chatter.”
“Hey, where’s thatputer I left here?” Isabelle inquired, changing the subject..
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Yves revealed, “It’s stashed away in the safe in my room. I keep tabs on it regrly to ensure it’s juiced up and in top form. No one else hasid a finger on it.”
Curiously, he inquired, “Hey, babe, what exactly did you leave on yourputer?”
“My iris.”
Yves, taken aback at first, burst intoughter. “Well, ain’t I the top dog in your trust circle.”
After dinner, Isabelle retrieved theputer, punching in the password and navigating throughyers of security to ess the iris data she had stored.
From the sidelines, Yves piped up, “nning to craft an iris crystal<b>?</b>”
Entering Isabelle’s abode without her iris was no easy feat, especially if she needed to return to fetch something. Without her iris, essing the safes was a non–starter.
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