ISABELLE

I walked into his study room, a bright smile spread on my face, the smile which would convince anyone that I was I Indeed clueless.

The moment I pushed the door opened, Andrew raised his head from whatever he was doing on his phone, his eyes wide in shock.

“Hey”, i said softly, as I shut the door behind me.

When his eyes landed on me, he smiled,a smile that looked a little too forced, calling my name in a low and hoarse voice.

“Isabelle,” he said, his voice warm but laced with something I couldn’t quite place.

Fear?, Guilt?

I didn’t care.

Not after what I’d heard.

Not...