Chapter 18

• ISABELLA'S POV
• Shaun's car smelled like he did, expensive cologne, clean leather and something darker maybe more complicated. But he said nothing as he drove, his jaw was tight, his eyes focused on the road, the silence between us was deafening, containing the things we couldn't say.
• He was better now, seeing the way he drove effortlessly without wincing in pain, but still, I was worried, he had been the same man who had endured a stab wound just to have an arranged marriage go his way. One could never tell what was on that mind of his.