Captive Princess( Sophia Romano) novel Chapter 13

Isabella stood a short distance away, dressed in a pure white gown, looking fragile and delicate.

It wasn't Sophia.

Before Vincent could react, Isabella threw herself at him. He looked at the white figure in his arms, his body tensing almost imperceptibly.

Vincent gently pushed her away, his voice laced with a carefully measured distance. "What are you doing here?"

Isabella looked up, her eyes shining with anticipation. "I asked Marco for your flight details. I came especially to pick you up." She bit her lip, her expression turning wounded. "Vincent, aren't you happy to see me?"

"I am," Vincent said, adjusting his cuffs and avoiding her outstretched hand. "But it's windy out here. You're still weak; you can't catch a chill."

"Thanks to the medical team you arranged, I'm fully recovered," Isabella said, twirling so her white skirt fanned out like petals. She suddenly grabbed his sleeve. "Vincent, if you're not in a rush, can you come somewhere with me? I have something I want to tellyou.”

Incent glanced at his watch.

Sophia hadn’t come. She was probably still sulking. The pearl necklace might not be enough. He’d have to prepare a few Lore gifts… her favorite Italian handmade chocolates, the latest limited–edition Chanel bag, and…

Vincent?” Isabella’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Alright.” He gave Marco a subtle look, murmuring a few instructions before getting into the car with Isabella.

The New York nightscape blurred past the window as Vincent absently stroked his phone screen. Sophia’s last message was till that cold, formal bank transfer. She wouldn’t even spare him a single word

The car stopped in front of one of Manhattan’s top hotels.

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