Chapter 27

ISABELLA'S POV

I ended the call, my fingers feeling stiff as I stared at the screen.

I could feel Michael’s eyes on me, still watching, still waiting.

I glanced up at him, forcing a smile that felt as fragile as glass.

“Never mind,"

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The excuse tasted bitter on my tongue.

Michael didn’t say a word. His gaze was steady, unblinking, as if he could see through the mask I was desperately trying to hold in place.

I looked away, feeling the burn of his concern.

The silence between us was heavy as I shifted uncomfortably, trying to act like everything was fine.

But it wasn’t.

The constant attempts by James to force himself back into my life was becoming tiring, and pushing him away was a little bit harder than it should be, knowing that his seed was growing inside of me.

“Lets go,” Michael finally said, taking me by the hand again and opening the car door for me to enter.

We left for the club, and the drive to the address was a quiet one.

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