He had a good character and temper. If Isabel lived with him in the future, he would not hurt her even if they had a large conflict.

Sylvia thought about it and asked, “Isabel, have you met his mother before?”

She heard that his mother was his only kin left.

Isabel said honestly, “I’ve met her many times. She’s very gentle and is a good cook. She often cooks food for me.”

Sylvia smiled. “I’m sure his father was quite good too.”

“Yes, he used to be very happy, but after his grandfather and father passed...”

“Mm, I’ve heard.”

Isabel fell silent.

....

In Southboro.

The continuous rain cast a shadow over the Rockwell residence.

Decker was in his room.

stood in front of the window wrapped in his bathrobe,

pushed the door open and walked in

her shower and wore a pink silk nightgown with spaghetti straps and a low neckline, showing off her

hugged him from behind.

she spoke, she brushed a hand

frowned. His already gloomy face

he quickly suppressed

hugged Clarice, lifted her chin, and kissed her on the

I still have something to talk to Dad about. You go to bed first. Don’t wait up

Clarice away and walked past her

frowning unhappily as she watched

remember the last time

busy going up against Roland. Even being intimate with her once a week would be

as the president of

because he had no desire in that

her

and failed. She could not lower herself to try to seduce him in a more blatant

she picked up her

for some air, but as he was walking

his study

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