••• Isabella’s POV •••
Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand for me to shake.
I had to blink because there was no more sign of recognition in his eyes anymore. I frowned inwardly. Did I imagine it? But it was genuine—the recognition. Or maybe he just thought I was someone else? A person who looked like someone he knew?
“Hello, Isabella, I’m Ethan.” His voice was smooth, low, but not husky, and it broke through my reverie. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps he just thought I was someone else. With that thought in mind, I stretched out my hand as well. Just as our hands were about to touch, Raiden slapped Ethan’s hand away and growled.
Ethan’s eyes widened, and I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from scolding Raiden. He was so rude! It was one thing to be
