Isabella smiled and walked over to sit on his lap. "Yes, we're done."
"So, you plan to sell the studio?"
Isabella didn't want to discuss it. She curled up in his arms, "Ethan, my stomach hurts."
Ethan held her in his arms and sighed slightly, knowing she didn't want to talk about the studio. She must have already made up her mind to sell it.
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Lifting his hand, he gently rubbed her hair. "Should I call a doctor to help you with this? It's not good to always feel this way."
"No, thanks. I don't want to drink those bitter herbal concoctions. How much longer will you be? I'm hungry."
"About twenty more minutes. There are some snacks and hot milk on the coffee table, have some first. Once I'm done, I'll take you out for a nice meal." As he spoke, he had already picked her up and placed her on the sofa.
"Were these prepared especially for me?" Looking at the snacks and hot milk on the coffee table, Isabella's smile grew even brighter.
