Isabella sat on the couch with a smile. "What speculation? There's nothing to guess. It's obvious."
She peeled an orange and handed it to Alexander. "Think about it. Back then, you bought things for her, stood up for her… You don't even have to tell me. Everyone could see it."
Alexander frowned and shook his head, refusing the orange. But did he really do all of that because he liked her?
"You're still in denial," Isabella teased. "We grew up together. I know you better than you know yourself."
She popped a piece of orange into her mouth, then grimaced. "A little sour."
She set the fruit down and wiped her hands with a napkin, looking completely at ease.
"You distanced yourself from her because you were trying to avoid trouble. But Alex, after everything that's happened, have you fig
