After their visit to Mrs. Hawthorne's house, Isabel and Tristan returned home. As soon as Isabel took off her cloak and sat on the chair, Tristan immediately bent down to help her remove her boots, his hands gentle and warm against her feet.
"Do you feel cold?" he asked, concerned, as he carefully pulled off the other boot.
Although Isabel was taken aback by his gesture, she didn't move, savoring the warmth of his touch. He chuckled when he heard her relieved sigh and couldn't resist giving her a gentle massage.
"Of course you do," he playfully smirked, as Isabel held onto the nearby table, allowing herself to be pampered.
"I guess I will be the one to do the preparations," he mumbled with a laugh, recognizing the tired look in Isabel's eyes.
"Oh, please, I will go with you," she insi
