Chapter 11

Isabella's pov;

"Did I give trouble last night?"

I asked Mr Martinez, who had just opened the door, to come out of his room.

He looked at me and said, "I thought you'll wake up in the afternoon."

"I forgot to turn off my alarm."

He gave a nod and walked past me to go downstairs.

I walked behind him and asked, "I'm sorry for last night."

"You remember?"

"Yes, I didn't get wasted that much so I remember what happened in bits and pieces."

"Can you explain the part where Harry met you?"

Why is he asking me that?

He said, "Looking like that part wasn't included in your bits and pieces. Anyways, what do you want for breakfast?"

"You sound mad."

"Why should I get mad at you? I don't have the right to get mad. Tell me, what do you like to have for breakfast."

"I'm fine with anything."

He walked into the kitchen while I was at the dining table. He's mad. That was clear. My heart raced as he was walking here and there, but not in a threatening way. It's more like his anger is directed towar