As soon as Leonardo finished tending to her injury, he packed the aid kit back with calm hands and stood up.
His voice was calm, formal again, like the tenderness from a few seconds ago had never happened. "I have something to take care of," he said, adjusting the sleeve of his shirt and looking anywhere but into her eyes.
"You're allowed to go outside. The guards will follow you at a distance—just for safety." Isabella sat still, her wrist resting quietly on her lap, her hair falling around her face as she looked up at him.
Her gaze lingered on his features—his sharp jawline, the way his lips pressed into a line when he was trying not to say more, the cold detachment in his eyes that used to feel mysterious… but now just felt distant.
She wanted to ask. Her lips even parted slightly, the words resting right there on the edge. If you had work… why did you bring me here? Why say it's a honeymoon when you knew it wasn't?
