Isabelle’s teasing added a touch of flirtation to the air. Ryan chuckled and replied, “Being henpecked is just another way of saying I respect my wife. And yeah, I’m totally okay with that.”

He turned to me, practically begging for praise with his eyes.

I smiled and kept quiet. Some things were better discussed behind closed doors. In public, we had to keep up

appearances.

Edward sat there quietly, while Isabelle kept sneaking wistful glances at him–her girlish feelings were written all over her

young face.

Edward had that magnetic, mature charm, a successful career, and devastatingly handsome looks–no woman could ever

resist a man like him.

After dinner, Isabelle was still scheming to catch a ride with Edward, shooting Ryan subtle glances every chance she got.

She wanted Ryan to step in, and he didn’t hesitate–he just turned to Edward and asked, “Uncle Ryan, can you give

Isabelle a lift? She’s heading back to art school.”

Edward replied flatly, “It’s not on my way. You take her.”

he got into his car and drove

there on the curb, stunned and misty–eyed–you could

a little exasperated and turned to me. “Vic,

going that way anyway, I’ll drop

her voice trembling.

glanced at me and asked if I could put on

low.

melancholy farewell tune filled the car. I reached to skip

leave it on.”

on the road, waiting at a red light, when Isabelle suddenly asked, “Vic, do you really get guys? Ever wonder what they’re

a career are all about trying to make something of themselves, chasing cash. Once they’ve made it, they just want

about that?” Isabelle looked

out a soft laugh. “Women end up as their trophies, and love is just a little flavor in

lives.”

you not believe in love anymore? Or is it because you’ve

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