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"King, are you planning to get rid of me too?" Isbella's face abruptly turned deathly pale, her teeth biting hard onto her lips, despair reflecting in her eyes. She stared at Yves King unblinkingly. He was the first, and only man who ever made her worry. Unexpectedly, he broke through the defenses she built around her heart and arrogantly barged in, firmly settling within it.
Before this, she had always thought her heart had died with some childhood calamity. It had been so long since then, she thought her heart had turned into a cold, hard rock, eroded by the passage of time.
She felt nothing but indifference, disgust, and even contempt for any man.
But him, he brought her frozen heart back to life. He made her understand what was meant by a heart throbbing, by worry, overnight. She had been away for just seven or eight days and already tasted what it was like to constantly think about someone, to be unable to focus on anything else.