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to put it away as a misunderstanding. But another part, the one who had grown up

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message from Isabella,

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hy did that sound like a code,

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placing his ba

s staring at the television screen withou

s he walked behind her, his hands

ng abruptly. "Yes, ther

on between annoyance and incomprehension th

to talk

café with Isabell

ught off guard

you. So don't pretend

arms. "Yes, I was at the café with Isabella. It wa

, Ethan. Maybe because I feel that you are hiding some

"You look for trouble where there isn't any. I

alks about in her emails? » she blurt

arrowing slightly. "Are you

ract the co

rself before accusing me of anything. If you have enough t

rised by the violence

y that when you'

ousehold? Who is trying to keep the business afloat

s. Ethan seemed to be done. He turned on his heel and left the room,

ess in his eyes and the distance in his gestures told her something completely different

h, she was going to ha