Ysabelle stepped backward, stirred by his daring words. "Ple—please take the envelope. It contains your picture, " she blurted out, her cheeks in a maddening blush. Good thing the light was red, otherwise, he would have seen how red her face was.
"You are escaping again, Ysabelle, " Marcus, on impulse, remarked grimly, but that didn't hide how her name flowed smoothly in his tongue. Although he wasn't irritated by her swift avoidance of the topic, he was unhappy about it. He thought that they had an equal understanding of the Question and Answer portion of their conversation and for her to keep evading it definitely was the opposite.
"I am what?" Ysabelle clarified, unconsciously lifting her chin more.
"You are intentionally dodging yourself on my questions. They are not interrogations
