Isabella’s pov
Levi’s intense gaze locked onto mine, waiting for my response. Caught off guard, I found myself staring back, unsure of what to say until the realization dawned on me.
“I know you didn’t mean that,” I rushed to explain, “I didn’t assume for a moment that you orchestrated Mark’s sick leave so I could replace him. I know you’re not that type of person.”
Levi was complex, but beneath it all, I trusted he wasn’t manipulative. I sensed he believed I harbored doubts, likely stemming from that intense night at my place. However, our relationship had always been defined by mutual respect for boundaries since then, so he had nothing to worry about.
The weariness etched across his face revealed he had little energy to spare for me today anyway.
It stung, but I empathized with hi
