Chapter 41

(Izobel’s POV)

My forehead creases while browsing the website to shop online for a new couch. I sat on the stool, using the kitchen island while waiting for everyone to finish clearing the living room. Amber opens the cupboard and groans, seeing only two cups.  

I smirk. “Perhaps you would want to add another cup here, Amber,” I said, adding the couch with the same design and color in the cart. “I could have it personalized if you want?” I said, browsing for cups.

She props her elbow on the kitchen island and looks at me intently. “You really think I won’t be able to kill him?”

“Why don’t you try?” I suggested, smiling with mischief on my lips. “You scared Nolan, Amber.”

She nodded, suddenly bursting a peal of laughter, causing the men in the livin