Chapter 46

ISABELLA'S POV

I almost laughed after he made that statement but managed to hold it in, shaking my head instead as I headed towards the changing room attached to my office.

I refused to look back until I closed the door behind me.

For a second, I leaned against the cool tiled wall as my mind replayed the scene that unfolded back there.

The image of Michael sitting there, playing my drunken love confession to me... What had I been thinking?

“I can't let him get under my skin like this.” I whispered, covering my mouth with one palm. As I made it back to the office.

Michael was still there when I opened the door; this time, he was comfortably sprawled on the couch.

His fingers danced across the keypads of his laptop.

He didn’t seem to notice me at first, and for a fleeting moment, I found myself smiling at the sight of him and how, at ease, he looked.

But as soon as he flung his head up, I quickly averted my eyes and walked briskly to my desk, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing th