As long as you're willing, I'll go home with you tonight.

Hannah's heart raced when he called her "sister," and their postures remained ambiguous. Although Isaac Shea did not make any further advances, he simply held her close, allowing their breaths and body heat to intertwine...

"Why? I've made up my mind, but now you're unwilling?" he asked, his head hanging low, his eyes bright and clear.

His tone carried a hint of melancholic disappointment.

"Could it be..."

"During this time, have you found a better option?"

So, she didn't want him?

Isaac's tone was quite aggrieved.

Hannah pursed her lips:

This...

How did it turn into him being pitiful?

Hannah was not foolish, she knew he wasn't genuinely naïve and simple, and she clearly understood that this "puppy dog act" was deliberate, his tone still carried an undertone of manipulation—how could a man act this way.

"I don't have other options," she replied.

Hearing this, Isaac's lips curled up slightly, "So, am I still your first choice?"

Hannah nodded.

Not the first choice,