Kyle's Point of View
I walked into the mansion, the air inside the Walters mansion was thick with unspoken tension, every breath charged with emotions no one dared to voice. I stood behind my fiance, my lips curving into an amused smile as I took in the sight before me, Ryan standing rigid, his body a perfect picture of coiled fury, while Isabella stood against the wall beside Mr.Walters in drenched clothes.
It was a scene to behold, the scent of food hitting my nostril, my stomach felt empty at the sight of it.
Mr.Waters broke the silence, " What a lovely woman, you're welcome." on his face bullets thrown at Ryan, he must have done something absurd, I let my gaze flicker over them.
Ryan's back was stiff, his fingers twitching as if he barely restrained himself from lashing out. Isabella, on the other hand, held her ground, her chin lifted, her expression pale, her skin turning blue. I could practically taste the storm brewing between them.
