Chapter Twenty-Eight

Isabelle's point of view

The next morning I woke up, stretched my hands, yawned, and looked around the room but Dominic wasn't in the room.

So I am really leaving today?

Urghhh, so quick already.

I got off from bed and walked to the bathroom and washed up before going downstairs.

“Are you not tired of always preparing breakfast?” I laughed, I knew he would be In the kitchen so I went straight up and saw him there.

And he looked up and said,“Why would I get tired of making breakfast when I am making it for the woman that I love.” He responded and I moved closer to him and he kissed me.

“Good morning.” I smiled as I pulled out.

“Good morning my love.” He smiled and I started perceiving burnt bread.

“I think we are gonna eat burnt bread.” I snapped him out of the thoughts.

“Ohh, fuck.” He realized himself and took the bread away from the toaster.

“Your beauty caused it.” He murmured and I laughed out. I knew he would say that.

We had breakfast and went to prepare for our depar