A night of romance, a night of intimacy, the gentlest touch, the most trusted hug...
The next day.
When Isabella woke up in the morning, she saw that the position beside her was empty. For some reason, her heart felt lost for no reason. "Joseph..."
In the air, there was the faint aroma of the cigar tobacco on Joseph's body. There was also a concave shape on the pillow. Isabella saw that Joseph's ruby ring was placed at the head of the bed. She looked down at the pink traces of love on her body and couldn't help but laugh.
What was going on? They had clearly "gone deep" last night. Only a few hours later, she was actually so nervous and afraid he would run away.
'This is the Wilson Manor, Joseph's old nest. How could he run away?' Isabella laughed.
Well, probably because the dream of happiness was too beautiful, so she was afraid to wake up and find that everything was just a temporary illusion.