Chapter 3. Isabella Wants to Leave

Weston strode into her room, looking quite displeased, as always. Isabella, who was sitting at her favorite place by her window, was instantly on alert. She knew instinctively that he wouldn’t ever come into her room to do small talk. He was rude and would remain so till she left his house.

“Why are you behaving like I’m the bl*ody villain here? Do you want sympathy from my parents so badly? You have already sneaked into our house, into their hearts. What more do you want?” he growled at her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t want me around, so I’m staying away,” she mumbled, feeling a bit hurt by his allegations.

“Of course I don’t want you in this house, but what was the need to put up an act at the dinner table? I don’t give a sh*t if you starve yourself to death, but my parents would land up in prison if you do,” he hissed. Isabella felt her eyes prick with tears.

“I just wasn’t hungry, but don’t worry. It won’t happen again,” she told h