Chapter 50

• RYAN'S POV~
• There was something wrong. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I could feel it like a thousand needles prickling against my skin. Something was not right with Isabella, but she had been so happy to go back to work that I hadn't had the heart to stop her.
• Damn it, I cursed inwardly as I sat behind the wheel, my knuckles white as I gripped the steering wheel. Why hadn't I insisted that she stay home? That I would provide everything she needed? I could afford it, hell, I could buy her the damn company if I wanted to.