Isabella's POV
With gentle steps, I arrived at Damien's room in panic. I quickly grabbed his shirt, trousers and tie before heading out of the room.
“Oh! His shoes,” I quickly remembered and ran back to his closet. I grabbed the pair my hand could as well a tie before leaving.
“Miss Isabella!” I heard one of the maid's voices as soon as I stepped out and stamped my feet on the floor. What the f**k is going on today?
“Aarrgghh!” I groaned silently before turning to look at her.
“What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in bed resting? The doctor asked that you don't do anything stressful.” she said and I smiled at her in presence.
“I'm heading back to my room now.” I answered her and she looked a little bit confused.
“What is that? Why are you…” she was beginning to question me but
