"If you care so much, why not leave Britain a little later?"
Looking at the completely darkened Two-way Mirror, Isobel quietly stepped around the armchair, wrapped her arms around Albert's neck from behind, and pressed her cheek softly against his, rubbing gently like a small cat. It was a gesture meant to distract him while she voiced the question that had been lingering in her mind.
In truth, ever since their hurried arrival in the Far East that very night, Isobel had keenly noticed her husband's unusual behavior. He spent a vast amount of time and energy every single day tracking the situation in Britain, as if waiting for something specific to happen.
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