Chapter 52

As soon as he said that, he turned and walked off. Old Mr. Wright gave a sharp snort and stomped after him, fuming. “You little brat, you think I’m doing all this for fun? It's for your own good! Got the best deal and still playing the victim? Don’t act like last night was so bad—those noises nearly blasted my eardrums!” Mid-rant, he turned his head back and glanced at me, his face softening with warmth. “Isabella, go freBryant up and come have breakfast.” I nodded sweetly. “Okay, Grandpa.” “Good girl, very good,” he said with a big smile, before turning back around and yelling at Ronald as he chased him across the house. “Don’t you walk away from me, you punk!” I let out a breath, quickly got ready. But when I finally looked in the mirror, I froze. My eyes widened, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The woman in the reflection had flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and clear hickey marks on her neck—plus a very obvious bite. The whole look screamed intimacy. No wonder Grandpa was all sm