Isabella sighed.

But no, she wasn't shocked.

At the back of her mind, she always deduced that Charles wanted to marry her for a reason that wasn't just love.

Definitely, the first thing that came to his mind when he saw her wasn't; Oh, I am going to marry her.

"Isabella?" She looked up at his worried eyes. "I can explain."

Shrugging lightly, she said, "You don't have to."

"I-"

She had her seat. "Charles, it is fine. You don't have to explain ...