Christian left the house to walk, immersed in his thoughts. He felt both excited and terrified by Isabella's visit. He wasn't sure if it was real, but he had sensed her scent.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" he heard the voice of a security guard. Without realising, he had wandered to the entrance.

"Emilio, by any chance, has my wife been around here?" he asked hopefully.

"How do you know?" came the question in return.

"Was she here? Did you let her in? I gave precise orders not to do so!" he said furiously, thinking he had been disobeyed. "Why wasn't I informed?"

"No, no, sir. Mrs Isabella came...