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The little boy saw it and asked, “You don’t feed your wife?”
Isabelle responded, “It’s not tasty.”
The little boy said, “It’s clearly very tasty. It’s the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten. There’s even meat in it. It’s as tasty as chocte cake.”
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He quietly ate the noodle, with his dark eyes stealing nces at Isabelle without blinking.
Isabelle asked, “Why do you keep peeking at me?”
The little boy was caught in the act, feeling shy. “Because you’re pretty.”
He was good at coaxing girls. Then, he added, “You speak Egnaric very beautifully.”
Isabelle said, “Just look if you want.”
The little boy felt even more embarrassed. With a flushed face, he finished thest bit of soup in his bowl, set it down, and quickly left.
Isabelle was about to take a sip of water when she heard someone speaking sarcastically, “You’re quite generous, Miss Jenkins.”
She looked at him. “Jealous?”
George was taken aback. “Hmm?<b>”</b>
<i>Jealous </i>of that little <i>boy</i>?
Isabelle said, “If I told you to look, do you dare to?”
She was still irritated about him taking advantage of the situation the night before to kiss her neck while helping her bathe.
George thought, I’m <i>just </i><i>jealous</i>, <i>how </i>did <i>the </i><i>conversation </i><i>turn </i>to this<i>? </i>Loose lips indeed sink ships.
Remembering how she blushed and the kiss he left on her neck, someone decided. to take a chance. “Maybe you should try seducing me again tonight.”
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Since they were already talking about it, George figured he couldn’t just sit back, so he decided to be bold for once.
Isabelle said. “I’ll poke your eyes out if you dare.”
George chuckled helplessly. “I believe you will.”
Isabelle shot him a sideways nce. “Water.”
George immediately got the water, cradled her head, and fed it to her, saying, “Be careful.”
In the evening.
The little boy came again.
He casually moved closer to the bed while sneakily trying to see what George was making for dinner. He kept going back and forth between the bed and George, nervously testing the waters for quite a while.
When he was getting closer to the bed, he suddenly took out a poorly wrapped chocte cake and ced it on Isabelle’s bedside.
He said, “I bought this for you, cough
George heard his words and turned to look.
He saw the little brat trying to please Isabelle with something.
Hearing his coughing, Isabelle asked him, “Where have you been sleeping these days?”
Seeing that Isabelle didn’t refuse his gift, the boy felt his excitement trante into. his body. He waved his little arms a couple of times and coughed.
Pointing to the far right, he told Isabelle, “Over there by the garbage dump, there’s a house that’s been copsed for many years. Nobody goes there at night, so I sleep there. Nobody will see me.”Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
He did have a house, but he didn’t go home to sleep because if the neighbours saw him, they would inevitably ask questions. That was why he hid in the copsed house to sleep.
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He wasn’t afraid, but the copsed house had no mood, and there was nothing to cover himself with at night, which made it unheraldy cold.
Isabelle didn’t respond to the little boy, but instead remarked in George’s retreating ligure, “He’s got a home but doesn’t go back. The neighbours will get suspicious”
George replied, “T’ll set up a bod for him here in a bir
Curious, the little boy asked, “What are you guys talking
George didn’t answer him. After dinner, he avoided the neighbones‘ sight and had the little boy lead the way to pick up a few wooden boards.
He alsoid down an old nket for him:
When the little boy heard that George wanted him to sleep there at night, he asked, “Then do I have to pay you back the money you gave me
George said, “No need”
The Hule boy instantly cheered up again.
The height of the boy’s bed differed, positioned about a meter lower than their own Despite this, three people sharing one cramped room made George feel ufortable.
Even though the little boy was thirteen or fourteen, he looked about ten because of long–term malnutrition. But a boy’s still a boy.
Right then, he kept trying to start conversations with her.
And she was quite willing to talk with him..
Leaning on his elbows, propping up his head, the little boy looked at the foot of the beds where the two were, coughing as he asked Isabelle, “How old are you?”
Isabelle replied, “We’re not suitable in age”
The little boy was silent for two seconds. “Of course I know, you already have a husband. No, wait, you’re not married yet”
He continued, “How old is your boyfriend? Are you guys a good match in auer?”
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Now he switched from husband to boyfriend.
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Before Isabelle could respond, she suddenly felt his arm around her waist tighten. slightly–a considerate older man who might not be the perfect match in age but was always there to keep her warm with his body.
Originally intending <b>to </b>ignore the little boy and go to sleep, Isabelle couldn’t hold back saying, “I’m six years older than you.”
The little boy asked, “How about your boyfriend?”
Isabelle said, “You can ask him.
She definitely said it on purpose.
The little boy asked, “Is he asleep?”
Isabelle replied, “He can’t sleep.
The little boy <b>asked</b>, “Why?”
Isabelle answered, “Who know