Chapter 78

ISABELLA'S POV

Did he really forget me?

I needed to get out of here.

With a curt nod, I muttered, “I’m sorry,” and turned away, weaving through the crowded bar. Even as I moved, I could feel Ford’s gaze burning into my back, heavy with disapproval. It made my skin prickle, but I didn’t care. Not an...

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