He leaned closer, "I know you are angry but trying not to make me sad by saying you are fine," he whispered in her ear.
Isabella quickly pushed herself from Lucas's body; she hated getting this effect on her. She hated getting this bothered by his voice, what he did, and who he met. Last night was also one of those things she hated, the image of him kissing the lady, was still fresh in her head, and she also hated that.