She wavered with her eyes quickly to avoid his gaze while trying to understand what he said. Was she supposed to be happy that he hadn’t had s*x with the woman? Or Isabella could still feel betrayed and disappointed. At the very least, there was the truth–he slept with her though Nicholas knew it would pain her.
But he said he was desperate to end the matter. Another thought of her kicked in, making her confused. Isabella must admit that part of her was relieved, at ease, glad he hadn’t given in to the temptation. Yet she was lost for a word to speak.
“Please do say something, Mon Amour.” Nicholas voiced out after a moment of silence. He neither brushed his hands on his face nor run his fingers through his hair.
“You know how it tortured me seeing you like this–not saying anything as my
