ISABELLE’S POV

Isabelle blanched at his words. Get this out of the way? If somebody heard him, they would think he was talking about something like doing the dishes.

"I cannot have my wife do something as dangerous as participate in a drug trial," he said. "Out there, everybody knows you are my wife. So if I have to act like a gangster to stop you from doing something stupid, I will."

A gangster? What did he mean?

His hand shot out again towards the zip of her dress. She held her hands in front of herself to stop his advance. "Okay, fine! I won't take part in the trial."

His eyes dug into hers. "Are you only saying that so I'll let you go?"

Well, yes, she didn't like how he was acting, and she was going to say anything to get him to back off. "You're right, it was not the best idea," she told him. "I'll stop."

"If you're lying, I'll find out," he warned her.

Isabelle glared at him silently but said nothing. She exhaled in big relief when he stepped back and buttoned up his shirt again.

What a day!

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