Ryan immediately showed a flattering smile; gone was his sly self.
He nodded and said in a light, obedient tone,
"I understand. I will not speak a word about this to anyone."
Isabella gave him a long to make sure he was telling the truth.
When she saw the nervousness in his eyes, she felt satisfied.
Her lips curved in a faint smile, and she turned to leave.
But just as she reached the door, she paused.
A thought struck her. Slowly, she turned back and fixed her cold gaze on Ryan.
"Does anyone know about this meeting?" she asked, her voice calm.
Her mind was spinning other possibilities, like... how he may have stationed some kind of publicity and what he had said till now was a part of his plan to gain a marriage alliance.
Ryan shook his head quickly.
"No one knows. I came here quietly, and I made sure I was not followed."
Isabella studied his face for a moment as if gauging how true his words were.
