Chapter 14

Isabella's POV

When I stepped out of his room, Hayden approached me. "What happened, miss White?"

I glared at the direction of his room before responding. "What made you think that he'd listen to me?" I muttered, turning on my heel and went to my room, slamming the door shut.

I sat on my bed, burying my face in my hands and really was frustrated about his mood changes. I knew that he was dealing with PTSD and this was an affect of it but sometimes it was really pissing me off.

After quite some time, I heard my room door slowly open and I raised my head up to see who it was.

Christian?

He was in the same shirt which had some blood stains. His face was soaked by sweat and his bruised knuckles was covered by my handkerchief and it surprised me a little that he didn't bother to throw it away.

I sat up properly as he slowly approached my bed, staring at the floor and sat down beside me, scratching the nape of his neck using his non-injured hand nervously.

"Don't you know the manners