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Isabella shuddered all over, as if struck by an electric current.
“You, a highly honored Interpol agent, gave up everything for him, willingly hiding in the shadows, even being seen by others as a mistress. who must not be seen in the light.”
“He enjoyed all your sacrifices, but was reluctant to give you a public identity, letting you endure those rumors that should never have belonged to you.”
Bradley’s words were like a knife, precisely cutting open the wounds she had once deliberately ignored.
Isabella was stunned..
She had never thought about her relationship with James from this perspective.
She just felt that once she loved, she loved.
Other family backgrounds, social statuses, and others‘ opinions can all be ignored.
However, a whole 4 years.
A marriage that was not recognized for three years, a one–man show living in the shadow for four years, and a moth flying into the flame for four years in vain.
These lessons, at this moment, surged into her mind like a tide, engulfing her. She finally understood that before loving others, she must first love
her own self–respect. She must always, always guard her dignity.
Otherwise, those loves that seemed so intense and selfless to her, in the eyes of those who do not appreciate them, were nothing but self- degradation.
Bradley’s voice cut through the sound of the rain: “There were so many people at the training camp, but I often only noticed you.”
“You had something very special on you, it would glow.”
He paused, as if recalling, “A kind of reserved toughness unique to Eastern women, mixed with the untamed pride of Western women.” “I thought you would always be like that, full of thorns, but also full of light.
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He sounded a little regretful: “Until I see you again by the sea in Washington.”
“You lost that pride you once had.”
Listening to his words, Isabella looked out at the colorful night scene of London.
The neon lights flickered, but seemed unable to penetrate her heart at this moment. It had only been 24 hours since she left James.
But then again, it felt like a long, long time had already passed.
After a long time, she finally had the time to see clearly and understand clearly all the chaotic love affairs she had experienced.
Nine steps of love, one step of self–respect.
She once thought that a moth flying into the flame was the most passionate gesture of love.
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Now I understand that self–respect and self–love are a woman’s strongest cards.
Whether others love you or not seems to be not that important anymore.
The important thing is that you must first love yourself.
Thoughts surged as Bentley slowly came to a stop.
Isabella was taken aback, outside the car window was her somewhat run- down apartment building.
It was not a police training ground.
She hadn’t realized yet, but Bradley had already gotten out of the car and walked around to open the door for her.
A black long–handled umbrella was opened above his head, shielding him from the pouring rain and mist.
On a rainy night, the wind was a bit chilly, blowing up the corners of his
overcoat.
“Get off the car, he said in a tone devoid of warmth, but he reached out his hand to block the door frame, afraid she might hit her head.”
Isabella lowered her head and slipped out of the carriage, the raindrops instantly blocked out.
The two of them shared an umbrella, and the space was a bit cramped.
She could smell the crisp, rain–soaked scent on him.
The umbrella tilted slightly towards her.
“In the morning at the police station, my attitude was a bit harsher. He
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suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.”
Isabella looked up at him in surprise.
“In that high–pressure environment, you must quickly regain your previous state, his profile looked particularly tough under the streetlight, “Otherwise, the first to be hurt will be you.”
“It’s too late today, let’s go back and rest well.”
“The task for tomorrow, he paused, looking at her, “I will go with you.“”
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat. “The chief also personally going on the mission?”
How dangerous was the mission this time?
Bradley didn’t answer directly, he just took out his phone from the windbreaker pocket and dialed a number.
Soon, Isabella’s phone in her pocket vibrated.
A string of unfamiliar numbers popped up on the screen.
He looked at her, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips.
On a cold rainy night, there was a hint of indescribable tenderness.
“My number. You can call me if you need anything.”
“Go to bed early.”
He closed the umbrella, shut the creaking iron gate downstairs of the apartment building for her, and then disappeared back into the rain.
