Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 533

Was it really Saturday? After a string of long workdays without a break, Casey had completely lost track of his days off.

Izabella had prepared a cozy scarf and was now wrapping it around Casey's neck, her movements as tender as they had been the day before. Even on tiptoes, wearing her slippers, she barely reached his height.

This picture of tranquility felt almost sacred, not to be disturbed. After tying the scarf, Izabella patted Casey's shoulder. "Off you go to work, then."

As he turned to leave, Bella tugged him back. "Be safe, layer up if it's chilly, and don't you dare skip meals. I've set alarms on your phone to remind you to eat. Starving is not an option. In my past life, I'm pretty sure I died of hunger—stomach cancer that left me vomiting blood. I don't want you to suffer the same fate. It would break your parents' hearts and mine too."

It was rare for Izabella to ramble on like this, her face glowing with a soft smile, a spark of light dancing in her dark eyes.

"Get some rest when you're tired. No staying up late. You can't focus when you're worn out, and that's when mistakes happen."

"I promise I won't push myself too hard. Safety and health first. I'll take good care of myself," Casey said, amused by Izabella's unusual chatter. He playfully tapped her nose. "What's with all the talk today? It's like you're saying goodbye."

"Don't be silly, we're married. Where would I go?" Bella's ring remained firmly on her finger, never removed, not even for showers.

She gently pushed Casey out the door, staying inside herself due to the chill and her light clothing. From the doorway, she watched him leave.

"Bye, Casey."

He looked back and waved until he got into the car. For a moment, he turned sharply to look at Izabella, unable to see her eyes redden from the distance.

Just the sight of her standing alone at the door filled him with a pang of heartache. His head felt foggy, his desire for sleep growing, his concentration slipping. He couldn't dwell on the details, like how Izabella rarely said "bye" and preferred "see you," implying a promise of return.

As he drove away, he caught a glimpse of Izabella running out, her hair flowing in the wind. He had this irrational fear that he might never see her again.

Why this sense of foreboding? Everything was fine. Izabella was her usual self. They had just gotten married, with Izabella proudly presenting their marriage license. Why would she leave him now?

After a deep breath and a rub of his temples, Casey concluded he was overthinking.

The morning dew fogged up the glass, blurring Izabella's figure. She stepped outside, a smile tugging at her lips, but the light in her eyes slowly dimmed.