All of a sudden, Isabella’s throat went dry just by hearing the man’s calm voice. A hint of familiarity lingered, causing her anxiousness to wash through her veins. Though she hadn’t remembered well when was the last time she heard his voice, she knew it was connected with the fear she has inside.
Slowly, her body betrayed Isabella no matter how much she tried not to look behind. It was too late. The man’s tiny smile was the first thing that greeted her paled face.
“Y-You…” Even words failed to come out of her mouth. Her grasp on the empty glass tightened as her fingers shivered.
Broadening his smile, the man took a closer step forward. “Pleasure to meet you again, Ms. Morty.” He approached warmly.
However, it was the opposite of what Isabella felt. She couldn’t bring to face him casua
