Isabella quietly made her way downstairs, skirting around the pillars.

As she reached the door, she unexpectedly saw James leaning against a wall, a lit cigarette held between his fingers, his head slightly bowed as he smoked.

Seemingly hearing the sound of high heels on the floor, he subconsciously lifted his head, his gaze briefly meeting Isabella's.

Her gaze was calm and clear, with a touch of surprise in her golden eyes.

James raised a somewhat helpless smile. He just wanted to see her, ...