Before Isabelle could react, William leaned in close, his warm breath brushing past her ear as he chuckled softly. “Princess, you might want to stop now—unless you’d like to make tomorrow’s headlines.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Quickly, she stepped away, her movements sharp and deliberate, as if to cut all ties between them.
William let out a cold snort.
This woman—always trying to seduce him behind closed doors, yet in public, she acted like she couldn’t get far enough from him.
It made sense, though. Right now, he was just the assistant to the Crown Prince—not someone worthy of tarnishing her image as the perfect royal princess.
The air grew tense. Alexander, completely clueless about the real situation, glanced nervously between them. His dark eyes landed on the Crown Prince’s cold
