“Well.” Andrew hugged her and gently kissed her forehead.

“Andrew, I didn’t recognize you. Did you also not recognize me? I haven’t changed much since then,” Isabella asked, looking up at him.

“You have changed, you’ve become even more beautiful,” he said, trying to flatter her.

“Stop being so glib!” She glared at him and continued questioning, “You obviously recognized me, so why didn’t you tell me?”

This man really could keep things to himself.

“There wasn’t anything to say,” he replied calmly. “My intentions with you were always pure. I didn’t want you to think I was using gratitude to manipulate you.”

“But, I somehow feel like your intentions...