Chapter 444 <b>Dreams</b>


    Cerge looked at her. ???? ?


    The boy said, I think your boyfriend’s asleep. He’s not even looking at us. And he looks young.


    He’s al I’m 19. You might wanna rethink that


    The boy made the calction in his head. “Tons of old geezers here marry youngdies. They’re sixty, and their wives are seventeen. Your boyfriend’s not old at all.”


    Isabelle arched an eyebrow, her expression animated. “Next to a 60–year–old, he’s definitely young, she said, turning her gaze to George.


    Despite the darkness, George’s difort was evident.


    Isabelle’s voice dropped, and she remarked, not too kindly, “I can’t believe you have to bepared to a 60–year–old to look young.”


    George remained silent.


    The little boy spoke up again, “I envy your partner. He gets to marry someone as beautiful as you.”


    Isabelle’s eyes met George’s. “He envies you too,” she said with a knowing look.


    The boy, puzzled, asked, “What do I have that he could envy?”


    In the darkness, Isabelle smirked and whispered a single word to George, “Age.”


    The little boy protested, “That’s not something to envy! I want to grow up fast. I hope I can be as tall and handsome as your partner and marry a beautiful woman like you.”


    Lost in dreams of the future, he drifted off to sleep, his soft coughs the only sound.


    After a long silence, George finally spoke, his voice low and grumbling, “It’s thirty and neen. That’s an eleven–year gap, not twelve.”


    Isabelle shrugged. “Same difference.”


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    de, kabrite replied, ‘Inks like you won’t be sleeping tonight.”


    Then consessatson, bushed in the small house, brake the stillness


    chuckled only. Oh, I’ll sleep just fine.”


    habelle was perplexed.


    George felt a surge of satisfaction. “Because you never denied our rtionship from start to finish.”


    Isabelle stayed quiet, a bit annoyed with his self–assuredness.


    She countered, “Just like you never denied being thirty–one. You have your reasons, and I have mine.


    George shrugged. “You said you didn’t mind.


    Isabelle averted her gaze, choosing not to engage further.


    George, clearly frustrated, snapped, “Immature kids are really annoying.”


    Isabelle shot back, “Getting annoyed yourself?”


    But George shifted the topic, “No, it feels like we’re parents whispering secrets after putting the kids to bed.”


    Isabelle asked, “Have you ever heard me curse?’


    George grinned. “I heard you curse at Isaac. Want to curse at me? I’m all ears.”


    “What’s the matter with you?” Isabelle was speechless.


    Is he a masochist?


    George closed in and huddled close to Isabelle’s ear. “The kids are asleep. We should follow their lead.”


    You himbo.


    She inhaled deeply before speaking, “Consider yourself lucky that I can’t cause a scene at the moment, or I’d kick you out for sure.”


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    George quipped back, “Then save it forter.”ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


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    Every exchange they had was fraught with traps, waiting for the prey to fall victim.


    Isabelle shot back, “You’re seriously delusional.”


    He thinks he can <i>be </i>my <i>partner </i><i>in </i><i>bed</i><i>?</i>


    The following day, as the little boy went out to fetch chocte cookies for Isabelle, he stumbled upon a pair of shoes. They were much toorge for him, yet he held them dear, as though they were a rare discovery, and eagerly presented them to Isabelle by the bedside.


    He dered that it was the best pair of shoes he ever found with a wide grin.


    Once too timid to converse with Isabelle, he had only dared to approach George. Now, however, he found himself growing increasinglyfortable in Isabelle’s presence, peppering her with all manner of questions.


    Conversations with George dwindled as a result.


    Now that George handled their meals, there was no need for him to scrounge for food outdoors daily. Instead, he would hover around the bed, engaging in conversation with Isabelle whenever he could.


    If Isabelle brushed him off, he’d simply sit back and watch silently.


    However, after a couple of days, he fell ill with a nasty cold. Isabelle rolled up her sleeve, revealing a small injury, and proceeded to administer a few injections.


    These injections were provided by Seth, as requested by George.


    The young boy lifted his shirt, exposing his entire stomach to Isabelle.


    George tightened his grip on the spat he was holding.


    <i>If </i>I’m having a kid, <i>I </i><i>definitely </i>am not going for a son.


    Isabelle maintained eye contact as she cautioned him. “The food’s gonna burn.”


    George simply nodded. “… Yeah.”


    In no time, the young boy started to feel better.


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    Finished


    With awe gleaming in his eyes, he eximed, “You’re incredible! Are you a doctor or something?”


    He gazed up at Isabelle, eager to assist her by fetching water and even offering to massage her legs.


    As George washed the dishes, he leaned over and whispered to Isabelle, “Are you sure you’ll marry him? If things don’t work out and you two split up, do I stand a chance?”


    He continued, “I’ll grow up and make money, even more than your boyfriend. I’ll take care of you and be tall and strong, just like him.”


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