Vincent walked into the suite to find Audrey and Isabella shocked at his arrival.
There was a moment of silence and Audrey quickly packed her things.
“I think both of you should talk about it” She rubbed Isabella’s cheek and left.
Vincent wasn’t puzzled, he was exhausted already. After his eyes saw Audrey leave, he looked at Isabella.
He could tell something was wrong, but he made his expression unreadable, not giving her the sense to figure out anything.
“You are back?” She said, and her eyes noticed the leather bags in his hand. He had gotten dinner on his way back.
She quickly moved towards him, reaching out for the bags, and he said “Fried chicken. You love them.”
Isabella nodded nervously, unable to tell if he had overheard them.
While he settled in and went in for a shower,
