Matthew's words hung in the air like a heavy fog, causing Isabelle's heart to skip a beat. Her body tensed up, and she could feel her pulse pounding in her temples. She wanted to walk away, to escape the suffocating atmosphere, but something held her in place, an invisible force tethering her to the spot.
The person on the other end of the phone continued speaking, but Isabelle couldn't make out the words clearly from the distance. Matthew's gaze remained fixed on her, a glint of mischief dancing in his almond-shaped eyes. Without warning, he put the phone on the coffee table in front of him, activating the speaker.
The voice on the phone came through loud and clear now, and Isabelle recognized it as Alex's. Her heart sank, knowing that she was about to be subjected to a conversation she
