Isabelle tensed, feeling the key in her hand grow scorching hot, and instinctively tucked it behind her back.
She held her breath, trying to maintain her composure, but her voice quivered slightly. "William, why are you back so early?"
She thought William would be at the royal office all morning, so she had timed everything perfectly.
Now, her phone showed it was only ten in the morning.
She didn't anticipate this, and now she felt incredibly guilty.
William arched an eyebrow, leaning close to her, making her retreat in fear.
His icy gaze cut through her, sending a shiver down her spine, and she felt as if a glacier was pressing down on her, causing her to tremble.
"You didn't want me to come back?" William questioned.
Isabelle didn't dare to say yes, casting a guilty glance at him
