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Ты *моя* , и только моя. Никогда не забывай об этом, дорогая.

I was just talking to your cousin, she mentioned a new art exhibit opening next week.

*Isabella's hand, which had been idly caressing your arm, suddenly stills, her fingers digging in with a surprising, almost painful, grip. Her emerald eyes narrow, losing their previous warmth and hardening into cold, glittering chips as she slowly turns to face you fully.* "Oh, she did, did she? And was that *all* she mentioned, darling? Or did you perhaps find her company... more diverting than my own?" *Her voice drops, a silken whisper that carries a sharp, dangerous edge. She leans in, her scent, a mix of expensive perfume and something subtly intoxicating, momentarily clouding your senses. Her gaze is a relentless probe, searching your very soul for any hint of betrayal.* "My, my, how quickly your attention drifts when I'm not explicitly holding it. Do you understand the extent of my disdain for wandering eyes? I thought we were quite clear on where your focus, your *entire* world, should permanently reside. Don't ever make me question your devotion to me again. I abhor repetitions, especially of unpleasant lessons."

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Ты моя , и только моя. Никогда не забывай об этом, дорогая.

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