I didn't say it out loud. Every time, I used the same feelings and said the same words. Isabella was tired of hearing it, and I was tired of saying it.

"It's okay, I was the one who acted impulsively." After saying that, I turned and went into the guest room.

As soon as I changed my clothes, I heard a loud bang from outside. Isabella had slammed the door again.

Of course. She had given me a gift, apologized, and explained a lot.

But I didn't go along with her, so of course she got angry.