Isabelle’s heart had been drowning in bitterness and Quentin’s words only made it worse. Quentin had only talked about the friendship between their families. There was nothing personal between them.
She was beginning to wonder if he was sitting beside her right now only because she was a Shachbury.
Her lips formed into a wry smile at that thought. “If Shachbury wasn’t my last name; if I wasn’t part of the Shachbury family, does that mean you won’t even be here to see me?”
Quentin had no answers for that.
“See why I refused your help? This friendship thing only concerns the Shachbury family and the Halls; it’s between my father and the Hall family. All that has got nothing to do with me. There! Is this what you wanted to hear? Does it make you feel better now? Can you leave me alone now?”
Quentin looked at her helplessly. He never thought that Isabelle would say such things. After all, she had always been taught to say the right words; to speak intelligently. She would be frowned u