Chapter 67: A Blow to the Gut
ISABELLA’S POV
My face was on fire now. I wanted to disappear. To rewind time.
"I’ve been working for you for two months. You’ve watched me make coffee runs and curse under my breath and trip over my heels. You—You never said a damn thing!"
"Was I just—some joke to you?" I asked, barely holding my voice together.
"I don’t know why you hired me, Adrien. But if this is your idea of entertainment, I’m done." My heart beating wildly, I turned away from him,
"Why are you acting all surprised?"
His voice cut out at me, low and sharp..
I stared blankly at him, barely registering the road flashing by outside the windshield. "What do you mean?"
His hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles going pale. He didn’t look at me—not fully—but I caught the way his jaw tensed and a flash of fire in his eyes reflected in the rearview mirror.
"You showed up at that club out of nowhere," he started, his tone too calm to be safe. "Then you stumbled into my car drunk and crying about your ex. And you kissed me."
I blinked at him, heart racing. "Adrien—"