I couldn't answer his question. I felt the weakness in my muscles and the quickening of my heartbeat. It was so intense that I wanted to escape and hide.
That's a question I will never be able to answer because, first of all, why would he ask that? He should understand the situation. He's already married, so the most basic answer to that is I don't like him because he's already committed to Isabella.
"What if he's not married to Isabella? So there's a chance you like him?" another voice in my head immediately shouted.
Mentally, I slapped myself to snap out of it.
I just looked at Nathan while biting my tongue. I pressed it to the point where it almost bled. His eyes, fixed on me, were even more filled with tension.
"Hmm?" he hummed, as if he was waiting for my response.
Suddenly, ti
