"I’m not cold," Natalie insisted, brushing off the idea of wearing a jacket.
Isabella kept her thoughts to herself. Sure, she wasn’t cold now, but when she caught a chill later, Isabella would be the one stuck taking care of her.
“Natalie, it rained all night and the wind’s picking up. You really should put on something warmer so you don’t get sick,” Isabella said, trying to sound casual.
Ethan jumped in, “Yeah, Natalie. Just put on a jacket.”
Before Natalie could argue, Jordan headed upstairs and returned with a jacket, slipping it gently around her shoulders. “Don’t let yourself catch a cold,” he said quietly.
Natalie finally smiled and gave in. “Alright.”
Out of nowhere, Ethan shrugged off his own suit jacket and draped it over Isabella’s shoulders. “Babe, you can’t just worry about Natalie. You need to take care of yourself too. You rushed over here so fast, you barely put on any layers. Here, wear mine.”
Isabella’s cheeks went pink as she smiled up at him. “Thank you, honey.”
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