That was exactly what I was about to ask.
Ronald looked down at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “He matters a lot to you, huh? Someone way out of your league. Learn from him more, stop embarrassing yourself here.”
I stared at him. “…”
I chuckled. “Touché.”
Jerk. If he’s got the guts, I hope he never finds out I’m the one behind Reverie.
Nicholas, standing next to me, made a clicking sound with his tongue, clearly enjoying the drama. “Ronald, maybe tone it down a bit. If Isabella walks out on you, don’t come crying with regrets later.”
Ronald’s chilly smile didn’t waver. “Not gonna happen.”
No regrets, no tears.
He was sure of it—I could hear it in his tone.
Losing me wouldn’t cost him a damn thing. Wouldn’t mess with his life one bit. At worst, I was like a mo
