176 ONCE UPON A TIME, AGAIN

He stood frozen as he watched Isabella's retreating figure. Was this some sort of fever dream or cosmic joke from the universe? Why and how had she been in the restaurant? How did she find out he was here? He should go after her. Grabbing his phone and jacket, he made to leave but was stalled by Jennifer's slender fingers latching onto his arms. "You can't leave right now; we still have a lot to discuss." "Miss Kuznetsov," she started saying, completely ignoring the small frown on her face at his use of her last name rather than her first name, as she had insisted, "My wife just rushed out of this place angrily; let go of my hand, please." "Come on, Luke, she should know better than to be unprofessional; isn't she in business too?" God! He wished he didn't need to deal badly with her father's company; that was the only reason he hadn't snatched his hand from her grip. He was trying to be gentle so as not to piss her off, but damn! She was making it hard. "I'm afraid we'll have to