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of wine and yo

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a bit off lately, so I had such a

angry inside. In fact, he had felt uneasy ever since he

en your stom

this person, so it was already nice of him to help. But the way he spo

ospital for

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few steps, suddenly realizing that somet

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terrupted her, "M

d, "Mr. Vincent, I'm really

her sentence, Vincent ha

his tone, "You should go to the hospital immediately. This is

the car that she realized she hadn't brought her phone or walle

"first meeting," she felt that she had been co

seemed like the man knew what she was thinking

call your

of relief and thanked him

l and bombarded her with questions, Isabella briefly explained what had just happened a

Nowadays, where do you find such random kindness? You're so naive

ncent, who wasn't looking their way, and then whispered

n. He's my brother's friend. I don't know what the company wants from me again. Isabella, you just focus on going

coincidentally. The person who kindly helped

phone, she handed the

, the car

then spoke, "Mr. Vincent, according t

her and then nodd

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la's words, Vincent remai

person. But he had a brother, Hall, who was obsessed with his sister, so every tim

red something. Hall always complained that his sister ha

t and earn money, even taking her salary card. Isa

a that piti

other an

led to control his emotions, not wanting his feelings to show on his fa

Vincent helped Isabella register, get

ta on it, but she felt a bit panicked for no reason. Thinking about the various discomfort

didn't even hear he

h her, called her that she, like a soulless

he doctor pushed his glasses

id, handing over

the doctor's face

tion, frowned at first, then his

being squeezed by a big hand, anxi

a first, then looked at Vince

e asked, "Doctor, do I have a s

heart sa

her but asked, "Did you d

ly defended herself, "I just ha

eaching out and grabbing Vincent's clothes. She surpr

holding onto his clothes, subtly moving clo

He no longer glared at Isabell

better, and you, as her boy

moment, then subconscious

drink? What kind of boyfriend are you?"

irst incredulous, then looked at Vincent, seeking