Vincent and Isabella gradually grew distant.

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At the corner of Vincent’s garden, he pretended not to see Isabella approach, he missed hearing her laughter but he could not trust her words, and that hurt him.

She walked gracefully towards him, knowing he might not have a conversation with her, just like the past days when she tried

“Breakfast is ready,” she said calmly looking hopeful.

He knew he had to avoid stealing glances up close. He could already smell her nice faint perfume and he sighed. She continued to stare at the flowers in his garden. She understood by his facial expression, that he wasn’t in the mood to...