Solomon and Isabelle grew up together. It was no surprise that he would be the next person who understood her most other than her parents. He could read her thoughts because he was a man with astute observation.
Isabelle was an expert in hiding her emotions. Perhaps Solomon would not be able to read her mind if they had not grown up together.
“What do you mean?” Isabelle looked at him in disbelief. Her lips gradually formed a dismal smile.
Solomon looked at her sternly. “You’ve been working in Hall Group for some time now, I believe,” he said solemnly. “I’m sure you’ve heard that Quentin has a girlfriend already.”
“So what?” Isabelle shot back with a question.
Solomon frowned at her response. ‘So what?’
“Don’t you like him?”
“Yes. There’s no point in denying it in front of you. Yes, I like him. But what has it got to do with his girlfriend?”
Solomon was rendered speechless.
“Are you saying that I can no longer have a crush on him… just because he has a girlfriend?” Isabelle cu