After wrapping up a meeting, Izabella returned to find Casey sitting in the corner, head down, lost in his thoughts. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice her approaching until she was right behind him.
Izabella couldn't help but smirk. She quietly moved behind Casey, placing her hands over his eyes. In a hushed voice, she asked, "Guess who?"
Casey stiffened, but instantly relaxed when he recognized Izabella's voice. "What happens if I can't guess?" he asked, a playful lilt to his voice.
"Well, then I might just have to poke your eyes," Izabella replied, leaning into him from behind. It almost appeared as if he was carrying her on his back.
Although Izabella threatened to poke his eyes, she didn't exert any force. Casey even blinked against her palm, his eyelashes tickling her hand.
Even after all this time, Casey was still easily flustered. Any closeness would make his ears turn red, like a radar. Izabella found this more amusing than his eye trick and let go of his face to play with his soft earlobe instead.
"Your ears are so warm. What's up with that?" she asked.
Casey's voice was a bit uneasy as he muttered, "Maybe, it's just the weather. It's pretty hot."
"I can blow on them to cool you down," Izabella offered, leaning in to blow a puff of air onto his ear.
The sudden rush of wind made his whole body shudder and his ears hum. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a mischievous grin on Izabella's face. He knew she was teasing him, and suddenly, he felt heat rush from his ears, down his neck, and all the way to his heart.
Without a word, Casey turned to face Izabella, pulling her into his arms. His lips tightly pressed together as he held her close.
Izabella was about to tease him about his flushed face when she noticed a flicker in his eyes. Something was wrong. "Casey, what's the matter?" she asked.
But Casey just held her tighter, pressing her against his chest. Izabella quieted down, considering the day's events. She guessed it had something to do with a video that had surfaced online.
"Did you handle that video situation for me?" she asked.
Casey didn't answer, only saying, "I failed to protect you."
"You've done a lot for me, Casey. I'm lucky to have you. If it wasn't for you, it would've hurt me a lot more. So don't blame yourself." Izabella said, gently freeing herself from his grip. Her cool hand cradled his face, lifting it so she could look into his eyes.
"I'm not in pain anymore. I'm in a new body, all those scars are gone. And besides, Nathaniel got what he deserved."
Casey gripped her hand, looking at her unblemished fingers. His heart ached. He held her hand to his chest, thinking about the past. "Izabella, if I did something wrong, would you forgive me?"
"What kind of mistake are we talking about?" she asked.
Casey didn't dare to admit that he was the one who had crippled her brother.
Seeing his conflicted expression, Izabella grabbed his collar and narrowed her eyes. "There are two things I absolutely cannot tolerate: infidelity and domestic violence."
Casey was not the type of man who would do either of those things, Izabella knew that much.
"I wouldn't do that," Casey assured her, his voice firm.
"I believe you." Izabella let go of him, changing the subject. "I see you brought cake."
"It's your favorite flavor. I thought you might need something sweet to cheer you up."
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