CHAPTER 8

Natalie debated all day on whether or not to look Isaac up and decided it's better to assume him to be though a Bardaen prince than to be sure he was.

At least she should get to know him a little bit more so that she wouldn't find him too uncomfortable to be around.

She looked through the window to the vast blue orange sky, the sun shone brilliantly as it set, and the clouds took on diverse shapes. It was a windy day, but she couldn't appreciate the wind as the car windows were up.

She reclined on the plush leather seat, which welcomed her body and promised to ease her exhaustion. But she dared not to close her eyes because the hunk behind the wheel had yet to earn her trust.

Jonas kept his eyes on the road, his face straight and body tensed. He made it quite obvious that he disliked her, but thankfully, he never acted it out.

Natalie, on the other hand, had no idea how to get on his good side. Was it even worth a try? She honestly had no answer to that.

They reached the hotel, and Jo