My name is Isabella Roscente.
I am twenty-six years old.
I have a graceful figure and pretty, innocent features.
My waist is slender and my legs are long, radiating feminine charm.
Since I got married, I have rarely seen my neighbor Ethan Roscente.
He seemed to be deliberately avoiding me.
Yet I always wanted to see him.
When my mother married his father, the family atmosphere was good.
But I never managed to fit in.
Ethan was always kind to me.
He constantly encouraged me.
He yielded to me in everything and doted on me.
After I got married, everything seemed to change.
He kept avoiding me.
He didn't even attend my wedding with my husband.
Since then, he always arranged his visits home to avoid me.
Until I went for postpartum recovery after having my baby.
I never expected to run into Ethan there.
After years of barely seeing him, he now had a crew cut, looking very sharp.
The veins on his biceps were faintly visible.
His physique was strong and powerful.
That intense masculinity made me feel somewhat dizzy.
I couldn't help but part my lips and sweetly call out, "Ethan!"
Ethan didn't seem surprised.
He looked me up and down.
Today I was wearing a bodycon dress.
My jade-like legs were straight and slender.
I paired it with a thin blouse, looking very feminine.
Ethan's gaze was scorching.
He suddenly stepped forward and circled around me.
His intense eyes felt like molten lava, pouring over me from behind.
"Our Isabella has grown even more beautiful."
His cool fingers suddenly touched the back of my neck.
His calloused fingertips slowly caressed my skin.
A tingling, numbing sensation spread through me.
I breathed nervously, "Ethan..."
Ethan had never been this intimate with me before.
After meeting my husband, I gradually learned about matters between men and women.
I once thought Ethan had feelings for me.
But later I realized I was overthinking it.
I never expected that just having him this close would make me press my legs together nervously.
Just when I thought he might do something.
Ethan changed the subject.
"Where is the jade pendant I gave you?"
So he was checking if I still had the jade pendant!
False alarm.
My ears turned red as I explained, "My husband said he would buy me a new one later, so I put that pendant away."
Ethan's eyes darkened for a second.
"I see. I thought Isabella didn't like the gift from her brother."
I immediately反驳, "How could that be! I like you the most, Ethan."
I instinctively wrapped my arms around his waist.
Burying my face in his chest, I complained about how long he had been avoiding me.
But I forgot we were both adults.
Ethan only wore a tank top.
I was in a tight blouse.
His broad shoulders enveloped me completely.
With soft jade in his arms, Ethan's body stiffened.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
His eyes grew dark and unreadable.
He gently and restrainedly patted my head.
While comforting me, he said, "Isabella, you've finally come for postpartum recovery. Let me be your trainer."
From his tone, it sounded like he had been waiting for me.
I remembered Ethan studied medicine.
Why would he be here?
He didn't let me wonder for long.
Ethan led me to a training room full of mirrors.
"Isabella, let's start our one-on-one training now."
He suddenly closed the door.
In the confined space, only fragile me and strong, muscular Ethan remained.