After speaking, Isabella turned to leave.
Nathan suddenly stepped forward, his iron-like grip seizing her wrist tightly. The pain forced a sharp inhale from Isabella.
"Isabella, where are you going? You have to come home with me," Nathan demanded.
Isabella's cold gaze fell on his hand.
Nathan had never cared for her, not even knowing that her delicate skin would bruise and bleed with just a little pressure.
Under her resentful stare, Nathan realized he had used too much force and let go of her wrist.
"Sorry, I lost control," he said, his demeanor returning to its usual poised elegance.
Isabella rubbed her sore wrist, her face expressionless as she looked at him. "Nathan, just let me go."
A flicker of pain appeared in Nathan's eyes. Once, Isabella's gaze had burned with pass
