One careful step at a time, Isabella kept her gaze down the stairs, watching Nicholas leaning on his car. The man would go from immobile and then brush his hands onto his face, silently groaning. She scrutinized her eyes at him, a bit confused and worried about how he acted.
Upon approaching his direction, Nicholas then noticed her presence. He let out heavy breaths while expressing a warm smile on his lips. Both his eyes looked tired and sleepy, but he managed to meet her wary gaze.
“Is everything alright?” Softly, Isabella approached. Her hands trembled when she raised them into his face, caressing him. “Tell me, Nicholas.…what’s wrong? Why are you drunk?”
Weariness seeped through his emotions when he looked at her, his hands touching Isabella’s as he closed his eyes, feeling her warm
