<b>Chapter </b><b>460 </b><b>Soothing </b><b>Her </b><b>Wounds</b>
What <b>does </b>that mean<b>?</b>
She was talking about acupuncture.
His topic seemed entirely different.
<b>Besides</b>, her injuries wouldn’t hinder her from performing acupuncture.
Isabelle started feeling drowsy after some time, and she heard him let out a deep breath above her. His tense demeanour gradually eased, and he appeared much calmer now<b>.</b>
“Feeling moreposed now? Took you quite a while,” Isabelle remarked.
He remained silent.
Isabelle suggested, “Want me to take your pulse?”
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George couldn’t tolerate it anymore. He shifted position, carefully ced her on her uninjured side, and pulled her close so they were facing each other.
ncing at her, he assured, “No need. I’m alright.”
Isabelle raised an eyebrow while looking at him doubtfully. “Really?”
Observing her fairplexion and bright eyes, George’s breath became heavier as he shoved her head into his arms.
He covered her with a nket, not only to keep her warm but also to maintain his
He would be able to keep cool if he didn’t look at her.
George advised, “Get some rest.”
Isabelle agreed, feeling weary, but added, “Don’t take a cold shower in this weather.”
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Isabelle replied with <b>a </b>faint smile. “I’m okay, really.”
Meanwhile, he didn’t mean it when he said he was okay earlier.
George kept quiet as he realised that once again he was ridiculed.
George rified, “<b>That’s </b>not what I meant. I meant … since your soul resides in this body, have you felt any difort? Are you feelingfortable in this body? Any signs of rejection?<b>”</b>
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Isabelle noticed the growing worry in his eyes and understood he had been concerned about this from the start.
She remarked, “Until now, everything’s fine. It feels like my body, not like an organ transnt.”
George couldn’t experience this firsthand, and this was his first time hearing of such a strange thing, so he couldn’t help but worry. He feared her soul might abandon this body.
Isabelle, however, remained calm. “Who knows what might happen in the future? I’m lucky I got a second chance. I value this life, but I’m not scared of death.”
She suggested she might bring Dark Shadow down before there could be issues with her and this body.
George became even more scared by her words.
But Isabelle smiled and questioned him, “Do you regret it? You won’t gain anything if things go wrong.”
George peered into her eyes, kissed her forehead, and drew closer, brushing his
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<b>nose </b>against hers and her check. He tried to calm himself when <b>he </b><b>saw </b>her <b>smile</b>
He replied. “I do regret it. <b>So </b><b>can </b>1-”
Interrupting him, Isabelle stated, “Toote<b>.</b><b>”</b>
Instead <b>of </b>speaking, George caressed her <b>face </b>and kissed her again, murmuring, “Better to save what <b>I </b>can.”
Isabelle allowed him to continue, letting him enjoy the moment.
Afterward, he inquired, “Can you give me a clear answer<i>? </i>Is it the former or thetter?”
It might be because she had feelings for him–it wasn’t deep love, but she cared enough—or she wanted to repay him, or perhaps even leave after that.
Isabelle didn’t avoid the question and answered honestly. “Both.” In fact, it was mostly the former.
She added, “I never intended to leave you.”
George smiled, feeling reassured. He realised their eye contact wasn’t <i>a </i>confrontation.
With a rueful smile, he said, “Now I regret it even more.”
Even though he said that, he didn’t mean it because, as he said earlier, he had no regrets.
Isabelle teased him further. “Mr. Harris, I do admire your traditional values and restraint.”
Her words provoked him.
George quickly flipped her over and kissed her passionately. As their initially slow breaths became entangled again, their desires were reignited.
He wasn’t trying to restore any dignity she had mocked; he just wanted to be close to her and enjoy the moment without any other emotions.
The intense kiss left Isabelle’s tongue feeling numb and sore. His kiss wasn’t demanding: in fact, it seemed like he was caring for her and soothing her wounds
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