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.”

that, he got into his

the curb, stunned and misty–eyed–you

and turned to me. “Vic, maybe Isabelle can ride

that way

at me, her voice trembling. “Sorry to trouble

car, Isabelle glanced at me and asked if I could put on a song–she

low.

and a melancholy farewell tune filled the car. I reached to skip it, but Isabelle, her voice soft, said, “It’s fine,

leave it on.”

the road, waiting at a red light, when Isabelle suddenly asked, “Vic, do you really get guys? Ever

paused, then said, “Guys without a career are all about trying to make something of

And love? Don’t they care about that?” Isabelle looked

pale face and let out a soft laugh. “Women end up as their trophies,

lives.”

“Vic, do you not believe in love anymore?

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