Chapter 19 Making Out

• Liam, with his immaculately tailored suit and a demeanor that could make the most seasoned politician tremble, was about to depart for a business meeting. He stood at the foot of the grand staircase with his gaze unwavering as he watched Isabelle pick at her breakfast.
• "You're being quiet this morning, darling," he said, his voice a smooth baritone that sent shivers down her spine, not of pleasure but of apprehension.
• Isabelle forced a smile, a practiced act that felt as foreign as the diamond ring she wore. "Just a bit tired," she murmured, her eyes flicking to the window, where a flash of sunlight caught the gleaming facade of the office building opposite their mansion. It was almost as if the city itself was a giant, glittering eye, staring down at her, judging her every move.