Chapter 37. Restless to Read Her Diary

Isabella woke up feeling refreshed and much better the next morning. She got ready for college and had just opened her door to leave when she collided with Weston. What was he doing in front of her door, wearing a crisp white formal shirt and well-tailored grey trousers? The tingling scent of his cologne reached her nostrils and she couldn’t look away. He looked so good in formals!

He caught her arm to steady her, and an electric shot went through her body at his touch. She quickly tried to create some distance between them but Weston’s iron grip on her arm didn’t allow her to. She looked up at him nervously.

“What do you want, Weston? I’m getting late for college,” she said, trying to look unperturbed by his nearness.

“How are you feeling today?” he asked, his eyes scanning her face slowly, as if memorizing every detail.

“I’m good, thanks,” she said pointedly. Weston didn’t like the formal tone at all. After holding her in his arms last evening, he long