"Come on, quickly tell me why," Eugene urged impatiently.
Eugene's eyes bore into Isabelle's as he desperately sought an answer. The room was filled with an uncomfortable tension, and the clock's ticking seemed to amplify the silence. Isabelle hesitated, her fingers nervously tracing an invisible pattern on the edge of the table.
Finally, she took a deep breath and began to speak. "It's not that simple, Eugene. You deserve someone who can give you the world, someone who doesn't carry the baggage of a failed marriage and the scars of the past. I can't be that person."
Eugene leaned in closer, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "Isabelle, don't you see? None of that matters to me. I don't care about your past, and I don't care about what you think you lack. I care about you, here and now, and I want to be with you."
