For a moment, Isabel's mind went blank.
It took her several seconds to grasp Andrei's implication. Could he think she liked him, which was why she read him her favorite story?
A rush of warmth flooded her face. She was sure it was visibly red.
"There's no hidden meaning in my words," Isabel said, forcing herself to sound composed and cool. "You've always been overly confident. If you wish to ascribe some special meaning to my words, that's your choice."
"Well." Andrei's tone was resigned yet clearly skeptical, which only served to irritate Isabel further. "You truly are an unpredictable woman."
Isabel was speechless. This man was relentless, playing cruel tricks and then attributing capriciousness to others.
She could feel a headache brewing from his words.
"Go on with the reading,"
