Third POV
The door creaked open, and Leo stepped inside without a word. His tall frame filled the doorway, his dark eyes sweeping over the scene. Isabella, propped up against pillows, a bowl balanced on her lap. Gabriella sitting cross-legged on the blankets, already starting another dramatic commentary about the movie.
Leo’s jaw tightened. Isabella needed rest, not… this. Not noise, not popcorn crumbs all over her blanket. He wanted her sleeping, recovering. But when her soft laugh reached his ears, the one he thought he might never hear again after finding her broken body in the Russians’ den, his anger faltered.
Isabella noticed him first. Her smile softened. “Leo…”
He walked in fully now, his gaze lingering on her pale face, her tired body hidden under the blanket. Gabriella gave h
