Isabelle swallowed nervously and took a step back. “I…we–”
“We?” he interrupted, his gaze hardening. “Are you two a couple now?”
“Let me explain,” she told him, lifting a hand to slow him down. “I left the apartment that night. I didn’t know there was a storm coming, and that the bus services had been suspended. He saw me at the bus stop.”
When she stopped, he arched an eyebrow and asked, “And?”
“He took me to his house–”
“His house?” he cut her off once again. He paced, his jaw tense. “I knew it. That shameless jerk…” He suddenly changed direction and headed for the door. “I’ll finish what he started right now.”
Isabelle rushed after him and grabbed his arm before he got to the door. “I’m not done yet.”
“Do I need to hear anything else? If you’ve been living with that man–”
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