There was a still look in Roland’s eyes as he looked at Isabel.

Isabel withdrew her hand and approached the sink.

She turned on the faucet and doused her hand in cold water with her back facing Roland.

There was a mirror in front of the sink, so she caught a brief hint of Roland’s reflection in it.

While washing her hands, she subtly inspected his reflection in the mirror.

She saw Roland staring at her from behind for several seconds before he went to pour the contents of the pot into a bowl.

His movements were practiced and graceful.

Isabel snuck another look at his face.

He seemed very focused on his task and did not seem to be thinking about anything else.

He probably did not think much of it when she grazed her fingers against his palms.

With that, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, she wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

on the table and had sat

the kitchen, he asked in concern, "Is your hand okay?” “Much better." Isabel

of her fingers seem to glisten underneath the

pursed his lips and gulped, the bulb in his throat moved up and

seemed to not have noticed anything as she sat down and started

this, Roland began to dig in as

to him "Roland, I might have to stay

"It's not that I want to overstay my welcome, but your mom went out

if I didn’t respond kindly to

be a shame to say no toa chance to

reluctant to move back to her place so long

with a sincere

looked at her calmly and merely grunted, “Hm.” Then, he continued

seemed like he was hardly bothered by Isabel

felt relieved and told him, "I

few things I could use your help with.”

finish the

need to use the toilet real quick.” She quickly retreated with her hands

at her

on the corner of his

never stepped out of her room again

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