Chapter 162

As Jareth saw her approaching, he instinctively leaned a bit to the side, accidentally knocking over the glass of water, spilling it all over his pants. "Ah! Your pants are soaked!" Isabelle gasped, clearly flustered. She quickly reached for a tissue, intending to help dry him off, but Jareth stopped her before she could. "It's fine," he said, holding out his hand to block her. Without another word, he stood up abruptly, adding, "Wait here for a sec. I'll go change." Then he walked straight out of the study. As soon as he disappeared through the door, Isabelle's smile dropped like a mask. She turned back toward the desk, eyes quickly landing on his phone left unattended. ***** At the apartment. "Dad." The soft call broke the quiet in the living room. Celestia glanced sideways at her father, who had been sitting there with his eyes lowered and an unreadable look on his face since earlier. Henry was slow to respond. It took him a good five seconds after her voice before he finally looked