But now, she knew that love was a tormenting goblin, which would crush your elegance, destroy your pride, and make you lose your mind and dignity in the face of trouble and loss.
She lost herself because she was so eager to have him.
It was a long time before he opened his mouth, and his voice rose above her in a supportive, deep tone, "Isabel."
He called her name and warmed her heart, and her tears came down like a burst of water. The manager of the hotel beside him couldn't bear to see it anymore. Not far away, the onlookers had begun to whisper, and some even pointed their fingers, and he said hesitantly. "Mr. Dover, we are in public....
The manager did not finish, but it was like a warning, suddenly waking Irish up, and she realized how crazy she was. She stopped crying, looking up at Joseph, and her eyes were timid for a moment.
