CHAPTER FOURTY - NINE - TROUBLE IN PARADISE?

Isabella couldn't pinpoint what the problem was, the only thing she knew was that Mateo's disposition had changed after he came back from using the restroom. He just suddenly seemed distant. No teasing and digging at each other. Yes, the conversation was still fun and interactive, but it had centered mostly around work. It was almost as if he shut down. No matter how many times she asked, he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. Hell, he wouldn't even admit that something was wrong to start with. She sat at the passenger seat of his car now, glancing out the window as he drove her back home. Feeling that maybe he was exhausted from the days work, she had offered to hail a cab home but he wouldn't hear of it. But now that she was here in his car, he wouldn't speak to her. He kept his face on the road, almost as if he was scared to look at her. Isabella sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head against the window. Maybe she could take a nap before they got home. She