Chapter 443: The Late Menstruation (5)

And he, too, was absolutely holding back the excitement from their reunion after separation. He seemingly calmly extended his hand towards her. His face didn't turn red, nor was he panting, his tone was steady, and he unhurriedly replied, "Miss Smith, hello."

Then their hands touch briefly and separate. She would casually discuss cooperation with him while he would meticulously examine her face, cataloging the changes from their prolonged separation, and then a long-lost flurry of feelings would surface from the bottom of his heart.

Look at how wonderful his imagination was, but reality was so cruel. They were separated and then reunited, but she was not the beautiful and generous Isabel Smith. She was a frail and pale Isabel Smith, lying on the hospital bed, her body, and soul bearing immense sorrow.