Chapter 18
Cedric's Point of View
Damn Alexander and his interference! I don't understand how he dares to stick his nose into my private affairs. I sat behind my desk, thoughts clashing in my head over how to solve the dilemma of this cursed engagement.
My train of thought was broken by the ringing of my phone; it was Isabella. I exhaled in frustration and didn't answer. I poured a glass of whiskey and downed it in one go, hoping it would douse the fires raging in my chest, while my phone continued its persistent screaming.
Finally, I picked it up and answered coldly, "Yes, Isabella."
Her voice came through reproachfully, "My honey, Cedric... why aren't you answering my calls?"
"I was busy," I said shortly.
"Busy with what? We haven't met in three weeks, Cedric. Are you avoiding me?"
"Isabella, I have a lot of work and I'm at the island house. I can't come and meet you."
"Fine, I'll come to you."
"No!" I shouted with a sharpness that made her fall silent for a moment.
