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Isabella 140.

I held the man that I hated so much with love and care. It surprised me so much that the silence that followed after we stopped embracing was long and a bit awkward.

We had a quiet tea together while I looked around some more. His house neither felt like a home nor an apartment. It looked like a more like a rented Airbnb. It looked temporary.

"How is he treating you?" He asked in a neutral but respective manner.

"Overprotective," I said.

Father looked genuinely surprised when he heard what I said.

"As he should be," He answered stoically. But I could see that my answere had changed something in him.

"He wanted to punch you out when he first saw you," I told him.

"Please do not remind me," Father said with a small chuckle. "I was caught by surprise, that is all," He added.

We went silent again. Something was gnawing at the back of my mind.

"About earlier, when I told you that I did not want to hear anything about you and mom, I did not mean that. I was just very angry,"