Chapter Eleven

Isabella's POV

The day passed more quickly than I expected. My fingers danced across the keyboard, completing the final section of a client's thesis. When I hit "send," relief washed over me. Work was always my refuge, a quiet space where I could forget everything else. But as soon as I closed my laptop, my mind betrayed me.

Adrian.

His face. His voice. The way his presence filled a room and left me restless when he wasn't in it. I hadn't seen him all day-not since he ...