Obliviously reaching out to the door’s handle, Isabella’s mind was reconnecting everything. The revelations, truths, and Izora’s painful history seemed surreal. It kept her head floating without realizing she was opening the wrong door, not hers.
Someone cleared his throat, chuckling afterward. “I believed that is my room, my lady. Unless you’re looking for me, is that what you came here for?”
Nicholai. His voice echoed, knocking her out of her senses, which cringed her. Still in the middle of solving the puzzle inside her head, Isabella turned around and saw him leaning against the wall. Nicholai was wearing a khaki collar shirt and was paired with gray trousers, with his hand crossing across his chest.
Isabella watched him walk over to her with a slight grin on his face, enjoying her
