Gabriel's jaw tightened as he glanced at his phone again, then quickly slipped it back into his pocket as though afraid she’d seen something.
“What’s wrong?” she asked softly, tilting her head to study him. “You look… worried.”
He forced a smile, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s nothing,” he said quietly. “Just something I need to handle.”
Isabella could tell he was lying, but she didn’t push it. She turned her gaze to the window, watching the streetlights flash across the tinted glass as the car moved.
The silence between them was heavier than usual. Andreas, sitting at the front, seemed to sense it too. He turned the music on, then off again after a few seconds, pretending to adjust something on the dashboard.
When the car finally pulled up to the mansion, Andreas turned
