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That man wasn't room service, there was no doubt about it. Princess Isabella Rossi stared at the tall, imposing stranger standing in the doorway of the room. A tailored black suit enhanced his powerful figure, but his impeccable attire was the only vestige of civility he offered. His expression was inscrutable, with dark, impenetrable eyes, tightly closed lips, a strong, clenched jaw, and a tension reflected in his rigid posture. Deep scars marked the visible skin of his cheeks and wrists.Isabella swallowed and tried to adopt a firm tone.Unless you bring me dinner, I'm afraid I can't let you i...
That man wasn't room service, there was no doubt about it. Princess Isabella Rossi stared at the tall, imposing stranger standing in the doorway of the room. A tailored black suit enhanced his powerful figure, but his impeccable attire was the only vestige of civility he offered. His expression was inscrutable, with dark, impenetrable eyes, tightly closed lips, a strong, clenched jaw, and a tension reflected in his rigid posture. Deep scars marked the visible skin of his cheeks and wrists.
Isabella swallowed and tried to adopt a firm tone.
Unless you bring me dinner, I'm afraid I can't let you in.
He uncrossed his arms and held his hands up, as if to show her they were empty.
-I'm sorry.
I'm waiting for room service.
The man tapped on the door with his open hand.
Peepholes are installed in doors for a good reason. It's always a good idea to look before opening.
"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind." She started to close the door, but he blocked her with his shoulder. Isabella exerted a little more force, but neither the door nor the man budged in the slightest.
It has caused serious problems for several people, including your security personnel, who have lost their jobs.
Isabella's heart sank. The man knew who she was. She felt a certain relief knowing he meant no harm, but still... He was there to take her back, either to Umarah or Turan, and Isabella didn't want to return to either country. Not after tasting freedom for just one night and getting a glimpse into that previously unknown world.
Do you work for my father?
-No.
"So you work for Hassan." I should have guessed from the start. The man's accent suggested Arabic must be his native language. He was probably in cahoots with her fiancé.
He's broken a deal, Amira. And he should know the sheikh can't tolerate such a thing.
I knew he wouldn't like it very much, but...
You did something stupid, Isabella. Your parents were afraid you'd been kidnapped.
The guilt she'd been suppressing for twenty-four hours erupted painfully in her stomach. But at the same time, she felt a strange emotion when she looked into that man's unfathomable eyes. She quickly lowered her gaze.
I didn't want to scare anyone.
And what did you think would happen when they noticed you were missing? That everyone would just go on with their lives as if nothing had happened? Did it ever occur to you that your parents would be scared to death?
Isabella swallowed and tried to adopt a firm tone.
Unless you bring me dinner, I'm afraid I can't let you in.
He uncrossed his arms and held his hands up, as if to show her they were empty.
-I'm sorry.
I'm waiting for room service.
The man tapped on the door with his open hand.
Peepholes are installed in doors for a good reason. It's always a good idea to look before opening.
"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind." She started to close the door, but he blocked her with his shoulder. Isabella exerted a little more force, but neither the door nor the man budged in the slightest.
It has caused serious problems for several people, including your security personnel, who have lost their jobs.
Isabella's heart sank. The man knew who she was. She felt a certain relief knowing he meant no harm, but still... He was there to take her back, either to Umarah or Turan, and Isabella didn't want to return to either country. Not after tasting freedom for just one night and getting a glimpse into that previously unknown world.
Do you work for my father?
-No.
"So you work for Hassan." I should have guessed from the start. The man's accent suggested Arabic must be his native language. He was probably in cahoots with her fiancé.
He's broken a deal, Amira. And he should know the sheikh can't tolerate such a thing.
I knew he wouldn't like it very much, but...
You did something stupid, Isabella. Your parents were afraid you'd been kidnapped.
The guilt she'd been suppressing for twenty-four hours erupted painfully in her stomach. But at the same time, she felt a strange emotion when she looked into that man's unfathomable eyes. She quickly lowered her gaze.
I didn't want to scare anyone.
And what did you think would happen when they noticed you were missing? That everyone would just go on with their lives as if nothing had happened? Did it ever occur to you that your parents would be scared to death?
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