Chapter 39

ISABELLA'S POV

Maxwell stared at me, as if I had committed a dangerous offense. The room suddenly got colder, and all I wanted to do was run as far away from here as possible.

“Fine then. You can sleep in your room.” His voice came out cold and detached. He turned towards the half eaten platter of food, running his hands through the bag. I never saw Maxwell eat fast food, so seeing him eat it now was just…odd.

“Unless you wanna sleep in, shut my damn door.” He growled, not taking his eyes off the table. I stuttered slightly, caught myself, and palmed my face.

I ran out of his room, with my heart pounding erratically in my chest.

That was…anticlimactic. I sighed in relief, and began the slow walk towards my room. I'll try to use photographic memory so I don't get lost again.

“Ah ha! Got it.” I exclaimed in relief when I found my room.

I ran in, leaning against the door and sinking to my knees. The familiar solitude was welcoming, and I couldn't have asked for anything more. Maxwell ca