Chapter 25

ISABELLA'S POV

Last night seemed…good.

Not too good, as in I was really happy with it, more like I was content. I half expected him to behave the way he did when he left the living room initially, but when Holly pulled him back down, I was surprised.

Maxwell didn't seem like the kind of guy who could be controlled, contained. I saw him as this reserved, cold and indifferent person, who didn't care properly about people's feelings. He preferred to do things his own way, and when they don't go like that, he makes people suffer. Which was exactly what he was doing to me.

I was even more surprised when he tried guessing my mime movements during charades. I had gotten so excited. He had made his best effort at drawing a cat, and it was adorable. It felt like I was 10 again, and hope was my watchword. Maybe Maxwell could finally change for the better. He was human, at least.

I couldn't sleep throughout the night, so I decided to go watch a horror movie instead. They always had a way of put