Isla POV
Mr. Vale's hand was still on mine as he guided me deeper into his office toward the couch by the window.
"Sit," he said softly.
This was absurd.
He was treating me like I had broken a bone when I had only a paper cut. I hid my smile at the ridiculousness of it as I watched him go to his drawer and search through it.
He returned with a small medical kit and pulled a stool across from me, setting it down with quiet efficiency.
He cleaned the blood from the cut gently, bandaging it without a word.
I watched him in silence.
I would be lying if I said this didn't feel good.
He had completely ignored Vivienne. Every bit of his attention was on me — not her, not the folder, not anything else in that room.
I filed that away quietly.
Ronan thought I was cheating. Fine. Let him
