ISABELLE’S POV
“Why do you look like you are about to pass out?” Nathan asked to a bewildered-looking Shawn. He squinted his eyes twice before shaking his head slightly, “Nothing. Shall we move?”
He didn’t even stick around for a reply as he got up from his chair and exited the kitchen. He didn’t even glance at me before heading out.
“What is with him?”
“No idea.” I responded to Nathan nonchalantly. Though I said it like I didn’t care, my mind was bothered about his sudden anguish. Is he thinking about Jane or Lucas? Will he consider me just as incompetent after watching the real me?
Brushing all the undesirable thoughts aside, I concentrated on clearing the dishes, to which Nathan helped. By the time we finished and entered the parlor, we saw Shawn pacing and murmuring steadily, not
