**Lucian's POV**
I stared at Isabella, expecting her to open the black box, because I figured she's very inquisitive. Instead, she turned around, her face almost touching mine, and said, "Before I open that box, I've got a lot of questions."
I opened my arms as if I expected her to search me. "You're free to ask, but your questions have boundaries. I may not answer all of them."
She raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together. "Because a few days ago, you were the fiancée of my enemy, and there's a high possibility that you still love him and can turn around to help him anytime, any day."
Her expression turned chilly, and she took a step back. "So, you don't trust me?"
I shook my head. "That's not the issue. The issue is that I don't know you we
