"Nicholas, did Imogen blame you?" Isabelle asked with concern as she and Nicholas walked out of the Carter estate.
"Of course not." 'In reality, what Imogen was asking was more like, When will you fall in love with me?'
Nicholas glanced at Isabelle, who had hooked her arm through his for the sake of appearances. They were supposed to be a loving couple, but there was a flicker of frustration in his eyes.
'Izzy, what do I have to do to make you love me?'
"I have an event for the branch office the day after tomorrow. Would you like to come with me?" Nicholas checked the schedule Brian had sent over.
"The day after tomorrow? Sorry, Nicholas, I can't." Isabelle turned away slightly, her voice tinged with an unexpected bitterness. "I already have plans."
"Alright." He felt a bit let down
