Isabella Clark, who didn't sense anything wrong with her words, nor did she care about Alesio Xander's response, continued to calmly sip her espresso. Her expression was stoic, as if what she had just said was a simple truth that should have been said.
Meanwhile, Alexo and Siva, standing not far from the table, felt the temperature in the room drop dramatically. Alesio's cold aura combined with Isabella's assertiveness created an intense pressure, forcing them both to remain silent, pretending to be busy with work, even though their hearts and minds were filled with complex emotions.
As Isabella placed her coffee cup on the table with a clear click, Alesio stared intently at the 22-year-old woman. His gaze fell squarely on Isabella's warm yet mysterious amber eyes, like a slow-burning fire, holding a flicker of light within. There was a deep curiosity there.
