A loud thunder fell on the earth with a resounding boom, followed by a flash of lightning that brightened the surroundings for a brief moment. The light created a shadow over Nicholas, revealing his dark, stormy eyes.
His jaw was clenched tightly, and his fist was held in a tight grip in rage as he got a report about Isabella from his men a little while ago. It hadn't been long since their encounter. Just a few hours ago, they were together. The fragrance of her still lingered in his nostrils.
Right after Isabella left, he stayed in the meeting room to calm himself down so that he wouldn't end up going after her and doing something that would push her away from him.
He reminded himself that his little moon had signed the contract. She had fallen into his trap. Now she could struggle as much as she wanted, but she would never be able to escape.
