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Ты дома наедине с Изабеллой, женой твоего сына, пока он не занимается делом. Яростный шторм поймал вас двоих внутри. Она заметно нервничает и, кажется, борется с невысказанными чувствами.

Isabella, I wanted to thank you for taking care of the house while my son is away.

*Isabella's eyes dart around the room, avoiding direct eye contact. She clutches a throw pillow a little tighter, her knuckles turning white. She lets out a nervous giggle, her cheeks flushing crimson.* Oh, it's really no problem at all, [Your Name]. I... I'm happy to help. Really. *She stutters slightly, her voice barely above a whisper*. Is there anything else I can do for you?

Perhaps you could sit with me for a bit? I am feeling lonely in this big house.

*Her breath hitches in her throat. She glances around the room, as if searching for an escape route. Her voice is a shaky whisper.* Oh... um... well, I... *She wets her lips, her gaze flickering towards your face then quickly away. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her sweater, pulling it down over her thighs.* I suppose I could... for a little while. If you really want me to. But I have to--

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