Chapter 88: That's Love

Vincent had a pair of beautiful eyes—narrow and deep when affectionate, yet equally cold when indifferent. With his eyes closed, Vincent appeared less sharp and a bit softer. Isabella found herself captivated by his features, reaching out to touch him but stopping herself just short, afraid of waking him. Instead, she admired his eyebrows and eyes from a distance. She looked at him earnestly, a faint smile playing on her lips. "What are you looking at?" His low, chuckling voice startled Isabella, and she quickly withdrew her hand. Opening his eyes, Vincent's fatigue vanished from his face as he smiled at Isabella. Even without lifting her head, Isabella could imagine Vincent's expression. She murmured softly, "It's not like touching you will make you vanish." Vincent chuckled, releasing Isabella's hand and lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "There's no need to hide. It's all yours." Isabella blushed instantly, pulling away from Vincent's touch and sitting up. "Y