Isabel was still trying to understand why he had come.
She'd assumed Lena would take her to the appointment alone, she hadn't expected anything different, Isaac was a busy man. He ran empires, sat in boardrooms, moved money like most people moved clothes yet there he was, sitting across from her in the small, spotless waiting room of a private clinic, legs crossed, hands folded neatly in his lap.
He hadn't spoken since he arrived or even a glance in her direction. Still, she could feel him watching her in quiet flashes, like his eyes kept checking if she was still there.
She didn't know why it made her so nervous.
Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap. She kept smoothing her blouse even though it wasn't wrinkled. Every time she moved, she felt his presence across from her.
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