Isabella felt her phone buzz and pulled it out, glancing down at the message.
Her small movement caught the attention of Theo, sitting next to her. He glanced over, noticing the content of the message, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Isabella was so angry she almost wanted to curse. In Nathan’s eyes, she would forever be that uncouth country bumpkin, wouldn’t she? He actually mocked her for not belonging in such a place.
She quickly typed a reply, but just as she was about to send it, a long, elegant hand came down and gently pressed her phone. Looking up, she saw Theo subtly shaking his head at her.
Isabella deleted the message and locked her screen.
Her indifference to Nathan seemed to be like punching a pillow for him. His icy stare fixed on Isabella, and after checking his phone
