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"Are you shy?" Chris asked teasing Isabelle intentionally.

"Stop." She muttered into his chest making Chris laugh again.

"Laugh one more time and I'm not talking to you again." Isabelle threatened.

"But you just look so..." Chris couldn't complete his sentence once he looked at his mate's blushing face before he threw himself into a fit of laughter.

He actually thought she was joking. She pushed his chest away getting up on her feet. She clutched her phone to her body and walked to her purse.

She grabbed her sandals and turned around to glare at Chris who was still laughing.

She humphed and walked out of the tent. To hell with him and his beautiful tent. What was so funny? That was too embarrassing.

She bent down and wore her white sandals before she turned her head and glared at the bright tent right behind her.

He didn't even come after her. Maybe, just maybe she would have accepted his apology. But where was he? Laughing at her pathetic self.

She snorted and turned her he