Semua Bab The Devil Calls Me Baby: Bab 11 - Bab 20

LOCKWOOD ESTATEIsabella had seen beautiful houses before.Her parents owned several luxury properties, and she’d grown up surrounded by elegant interiors, expensive furniture, and beautiful gardens.But nothing had prepared her for the Lockwood estate.The black Mercedes that Harry had sent stopped in front of enormous iron gates bearing a silver letter L. Two security guards approached the vehicle, checked the driver’s identification, and stepped aside.Beyond the gates stretched a private road surrounded by perfectly maintained gardens, towering trees, and marble fountains.Then the mansion appeared.Isabella stared through the window.It was enormous.White stone walls, floor-to-ceiling windows, grand balconies, and an entrance large enough to accommodate several cars. The building looked more like a royal residence than someone’s home.The driver stopped beneath the entrance.Driv

Isabella Hayes had barely slept. Not because she was uncomfortable in Harry Lockwood’s enormous bed, but because she’d spent most of the night wondering what she meant to him. He’d held her against his chest, kissed her forehead, and called her baby before falling asleep. But when morning arrived, Harry returned to being the cold, intimidating man everyone feared. He’d sent her to university in his chauffeur-driven Mercedes while he arrived separately in his Lamborghini. Nobody could know they’d spent the night together. Nobody could know he’d kissed her. Nobody could know anything. Now, walking through the university courtyard beside Emily, Isabella wondered how long she could keep pretending. Emily: “You look exhausted.” Isabella: “I didn’t sleep much.” Emily: “Still working on that assignment?” Isabella

LOCKWOOD UNIVERSITYSomething had changed inside Isabella Hayes.Not her feelings.Unfortunately, those remained exactly where they’d been.She still thought about Harry Lockwood constantly. She still remembered the way he held her against his chest at night, the way his fingers settled around her neck when he kissed her, and the way his deep voice softened whenever he called her baby.But she also remembered what he’d told her at his mansion.You’re going to have to stop expecting me to behave like your boyfriend.Those words had followed her into her dreams.And when she woke up that morning, Isabella made a decision.If Harry didn’t want to be her boyfriend, she would stop behaving like his girlfriend.She wouldn’t argue.She wouldn’t cry.And she certainly wouldn’t spend another day avoiding every man on campus simply because Harry Lockwood disliked sharing her attention.

LOCKWOOD UNIVERSITY — PARKING LOTIsabella thought the confrontation was finally over.She walked beside Emily toward the parking lot, her eyes still slightly swollen from crying.Behind them, James and Jack were discussing what had happened.Jack: “Wait. Harry actually said she’s his girlfriend?”James: “Twice. And trust me, you should’ve seen his face.”Jack: “Harry Lockwood?”James: “Unless there’s another terrifying bastard walking around here.”Emily rolled her eyes.Emily: “Can we please stop talking about him? Bella’s had enough for one day.”Isabella remained quiet.She was exhausted.All she wanted was to go home, shower, and crawl into bed.But as they approached Emily’s white Porsche, a familiar black Lamborghini rolled into the parking lot.Harry.He parked directly in front of them.The driver’s door opened.Harry stepp

LOCKWOOD ESTATE — LIVING ROOMJames Bennett had always believed Harry Lockwood was incapable of falling in love.Not because women weren’t interested in him.Quite the opposite.Harry could have almost any woman he wanted, and everyone knew it.But Harry had never cared enough to keep one around.Until Isabella Hayes.Now, watching his best friend sitting on the enormous cream sofa with Isabella practically tucked beneath his arm, James was beginning to understand why Harry had avoided relationships.Harry Lockwood didn’t know how to love someone without wanting complete control.And tonight, everyone was witnessing it.Isabella sat beside Harry, her legs neatly together, her hands resting on her lap.Harry’s arm remained wrapped around her waist.His fingers rested against the soft curve of her stomach, occasionally moving beneath the edge of her cardigan.Whenever s