Isabella turned pale with fright and quickly shielded Theodore behind her.
Nathan’s raised fist hovered in the air but never came down. He simply stood there, stunned, staring at Isabella.
Seeing her protect another man, her gaze so firm and resolute, something deep inside him began to crumble.
The once timid Isabella had only ever shown such courage for him.
Now, that bravery was no longer his alone.
He finally understood: he had lost the girl who had once loved him with all her heart.
Taking advantage of Nathan’s momentary daze, Isabella grabbed Theodore and ran.
When they reached a deserted street, Isabella clutched her chest, exhaling in relief.
Then, she lightly punched Theodore in the chest—a gesture more sound than fury.
Angrily, she scolded him, “He’s the young ma
