Chapter 50

It was too quiet in there. Charles didn't expect chairs to be flying out of the room, but it was uncomfortably too quiet. No one passing by would be able to suspect that the duo behind the doors was discussing something intense. Restlessly, he began to pace the corridor. As he rushed air out of his mouth, Charles began to contemplate barging into the room. His sudden presence wouldn't be hated by Isabella, so he might as well do it. But before he could push the doors open, something told him to stay back for a minute or more. Charles did as that tiny voice advised, his feet still hasty. When Charles took a break from the seemingly endless pacing, he was about to walk to a nearby window when he heard a familiar feminine voice call him. "Miss Sands." Her name rolled out of his tongue as though it was pure poison. After the crazy stunt she pulled, she vanished and his thoughts of punishing her disappeared as well. But, as his hard gaze stayed fixed on her, he recalled the day he