Chapter Forty-Nine “His Isabella.”
Isabella Montague.
I will be lying if I said I am not nervous. I am, hella so.
I tried to tell myself that my worries are baseless, that they are not actually my soon to be in-laws since Christian and I will only be married for the sake of the contract, and that none of this will matter in a year. There is no need for me to be worried or put much efforts since we will go our separate ways after all.
But, even those thoughts could not lessen the uncomfortable knots in my stomach making my toes curl in dread, and neither could Christian’s light jokes filling the space of the car. I could tell he was staying out of his way just to keep up banters with me to shift my attention from my earlier pile of worries.
However, even his jokes dissipated in the ba
