MY GORGEOUS WIFE IS AN EX-CONVICT

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Isaac 's face changed slightly. He looked at her with his extremely beautiful eyes. It seemed that his eyes were covered with a layer of silk, making no one able to see what he was thinking at the moment.

Claire bit her lip. "If you don't want to tell me, just pretend that I didn't ask."

"Would you really like to know?" he countered, his voice carrying a hint of unintended coldness.

Claire twisted her hands together. It was one of her tells, when she was nervous. Her fingers pained her a lot he knew, so when she did that, she was usually feeling especially anxious.

"Why do you ask claire"

Her big, pretty eyes batted up to his. "I just wanted to know more about you. However, if you don't want to talk about these things, then let's not talk about them. In any case, the past isn't important. We just need to look ahead, right?"

He appreciated her giving him an out. But that was claire, wasn't it? Always thinking of others before herself.

"My father died. The day you met me was my father's death anniversary. On that day, he died in the spot where I was sitting by the road."

Claire was stunned. She had not been expecting the place where she met isaac to be the place where her father had passed away.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"He only had himself to blame for dying." He shrugged. "Sister, there is no need for you to apologize," isaac  said in a low voice.

She suspected the story was not so simple as isaac  depicted it. 'He only had himself to blame?' that sounded ominous.claire  was surprised. She hadn't been expecting him to describe his father's death that way.

"Isaac I'm not sure what you man by blaming him, perhaps it was some accident-"

"Was it? I don't think so. He fell in love with someone he shouldn't have fallen in love with, then when she discovered that he was useless, he was cast aside. It didn't matter even if he kneeled down and begged. No isaac 's eyes darkened into an abyss. "No, that's not entirely true. The more he groveled and begged, the more she despised him." He shook his head as if clearing the thoughts. "In the end, he died in despair and had frozen to death in the snow."

Isaac 's expression was as indifferent as if he was just talking about something as ordinary as the weather-not a man succumbing to hypothermia and dying in it. Even his voice was as calm as usual. But... this was his father!

Claire felt as if he had returned to the first time she had seen him. He'd been distant then too. And... detached.

Isaac ," she called out to him.

He looked up, and her face was reflected in his dark pupils. "Tell me," he goaded her. "Did he not bring it upon himself?"

She felt her throat dry up as she tried to respond. After a long while, she finally murmured, "Is that woman your mother?"

He was silent. There was no expression on his face, but there was a flash of pain in his eyes.

And so she knew the answer.

She didn't know how to comfort him, feeling that at this moment any words she could provide would be useless. There were some wounds in the world that only people who had actually experienced them could understand the pain.

She stood up and hugged him as he stayed a top of the chair.

His head was leaning against her chest, his nose was inhaling her breath, and her warmth was being transmitted onto his checks.