Chapter 33 Lover's Quarrels

• The leather of Liam Callahan's executive chair creaked under his weight like a dull counterpoint to the symphony of clattering keyboards and hushed whispers that filled his office. He wasn't working, not truly. He was staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows with his gaze fixed on the teeming city below. The setting sun cast long, golden fingers across the skyscrapers, but Liam saw only the reflection of his troubled face.
• Isabelle.
• His beautiful, infuriating, and frustrating fiancée. Every time he thought he was making progress, she'd slip further from his grasp with her heart swaying towards Max l, his charming, undeniably good-looking cousin. Liam knew he was being an ass, clinging to this contract marriage, a gilded cage he'd built to keep her close, but the thought of losing her, even to her happiness, was unbearable.