"I know you're awake."
The intruder's voice, like a sovereign surveying his realm, pierced through the silence.
Isabella Lindsey dropped all pretense, her voice chilly as she spoke, "What are you doing in my room at this hour instead of sleeping?"
"To sleep with you." Julian Johnsons's voice was magnetic and suggestive.
"In your dreams!" Isabella was slightly angry.
"I am dreaming right now." Julian chuckled mischievously.
Isabella didn't want to waste words on him. She tried to lift the quilt and get out of bed, but Julian quickly pressed down on the quilt with a gentle voice, "Don't be nervous."
Then.
He gracefully flipped over, lying flat on the other side of the large bed.
Keeping a safe distance between him and Isabella.
This scenario.
Felt strangely familiar...
Instantly it rushed to her mind.
Many years ago.
She had lain face to face with a little boy, in a small wooden hut, on a bamboo bed...
It was the most beautiful piece of an old era.
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