"I’m fine…" Isabelle murmured, but then quickly asked, "Sir, what were you about to say earlier?"
Oliver, wary of William’s earlier reaction, smiled and dodged the question. "Oh, I was just praising William for being so considerate—truly the most chivalrous gentleman of this century."
The answer seemed reasonable, but Isabelle couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it. William’s abrupt interruption earlier still nagged at her.
He wasn’t the type to cut someone off for no reason.
Noticing the doubt flickering in Isabelle’s eyes, William’s gaze darkened slightly. "You should focus on getting your injuries treated," he said coldly, clearly trying to steer the conversation.
Pulled from her thoughts, Isabelle smiled softly at his concern and extended her hand to Oliver for treat
