ISABELLA'S POV
The room was spacious — far more than the size of an ordinary bedroom. Its high ceilings screamed of old money. A king-sized bed was placed at the centre, dressed in clean white sheets, which glowed under the golden lights cascading from the chandeliers above.
Adrian, who was already ahead of me, shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the bed. Then, without a word, begun to unbutton his shirt.
He looked relaxed – as though he wasn't bothered by whatever that was going on.
How was he able to stay calm amidst all of this? Was this also one of his strategies – his way of manipulating and controlling situations in his favour.
Maybe…but I didn't think he had the power to summon the rain. But still, the timing was too perfect to ignore.
Meanwhile, I stood by the door frozen, my hand casually resting on the door knob, unsure of what to do. My heart thudded like a war drum. This wasn't a part of the plan. I came here with every single line rehearsed and every move pr
