CHAPTER 49
BELLA'S POV
It wasn’t until I noticed the unfamiliar buildings and the absence of the usual city landmarks that I realized Kubala had taken a different route. The buildings lining the streets weren’t the same ones we usually passed on the way to the penthouse. I glanced at Kubala, but his gaze remained fixed on the road, his face an unreadable mask. A knot of unease twisted in my stomach.
"Kubala, where are we going?" I asked, my voice quieter now, unsure if I wanted to hear the answer.
He remained silent, his posture stiff, his hands gripping the wheel like he hadn’t even heard me.
Guilt pooled in my stomach. This was my fault—I had pushed him too far when I knew I shouldn't have.
"Kubala, I think you took the wrong turn," I said hesitantly. Sitting in the back felt l
