Isabella gazed provocatively at the villa across the street, but Ethan, Andrew, and Ronnie were already gone.
Her red lips trembled with shame and anger, like a dam about to burst. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
She had imagined Ethan getting angry and flustered, but instead, he kept his cool. The disdain in his voice left her feeling both embarrassed and furious.
"You should head downstairs," George said coldly, his eyes fixed on the balcony across the street.
Isabella was taken aback but didn't argue. She nodded and went downstairs, still reeling from Ethan's earlier words. They stung her heart, and she no longer had any interest in being intimate with George.
After Isabella left, George slowly pushed up his glasses.
In the dim light, his calm face finally revealed a glimme
