If he was only irritated before, now he was thoroughly provoked by Isabella.

 

He was not someone who easily made promises. What he gave her wasn't just a flimsy wishing card; it was a commitment.

 

He grabbed her arm. Her wrist was delicate, so he refrained from exerting too much force, fearing he might hurt her.

 

"Let go!" She struggled to break free from his grip.

 

But he turned her around, pressing her against his chest, his voice restrained. "Isabella, do you ever think before going out? Do you know who those people are? If they had taken advantage of you, there wouldn't have been a place left for your...