~ Isabella’s POV

I admired how the light fell across his face, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the determination in his eyes. It was fascinating to see him like this, intensely focused.

Before I knew it, the soothing sounds of his pen gliding across the paper and the soft rustle of documents lulled me into a comfortable state. I hadn’t realized how tired I was until my eyelids grew heavy. The warmth of the room, combined with the steady rhythm of his work, was almost hypnotic.

Eventually, I found myself drifting off, my head resting against the back of the chair. The last thing I remember was...