Isabella looked at Bradley with a flicker of suspicion. This man—ever since he started pursuing her—had been utterly obedient, which was precisely why she'd even bothered to give him the time of day.
When she casually mentioned loving that limited-edition ice cream from Linda's shop, he'd driven an hour himself and waited another two in line just to get it for her. At any other time, he was always at her beck and call—he even skipped his required class today just to accompany her to hers.
At her family's level of wealth, there was never a shortage of men begging for a chance to spend money on her. That kind of thing no longer impressed her. To her, money was just a number.
What mattered more to her was time—whether a man was willing to spend his time on her, whether he could offer her 24/7 emotional value, and whether he belonged to their elite social circle. Bradley's family background was a little lacking, sure, but he was rare—gentle, considerate, and unfailingly patient.
