“Alright,” Isabella said, her tone calm and steady. “York, just give us a moment. We’ll take care of that for you.”
York’s bodyguards came in and settled at nearby tables, keeping a subtle but obvious watch over him. Isabella and Laura got up to handle the arrangements. A few minutes later, York’s coffee arrived, along with a plate of the café’s most popular pastries, all neatly arranged in front of him.
“Enjoy, York,” Isabella said, setting everything down herself.
York looked up at her, his gaze deep and unreadable. “Isabella, would you join me for a cup of coffee?”
She shook her head, offering a polite smile. “Sorry, York. I have something I need to handle. I have to leave now.”
The truth was, Isabella didn’t enjoy spending time with him. York seemed to sense that, because he didn’t push. He just smiled, a little less brightly. “Maybe next time. I hope I’ll get to treat you to dinner someday.”
Isabella smiled again but didn’t say anything. “If you need anything else, just let the staff know. I need to get going.” She turned to Laura, said a few quiet words, grabbed her bag, and gave York a final nod before walking out.
Laura noticed as soon as Isabella left, York’s smile faded. He sat there, sipping his coffee slowly, barely touching the pastries—just a single bite from each. After half an hour, he paid the bill and left, his bodyguards following close behind.
Laura couldn’t shake the feeling that York had only come here for Isabella.
Not long after York left, Isabella called. “Laura, I was in a car accident,” she said, her voice steady but a little shaken.
“What? Are you okay? Were you hurt?” Laura’s heart leaped into her throat as she fired off questions.

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