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Chapter 18: Wait, what?

Isaac's POV 

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"Bye, Rowan. It was nice to see you again," Miles said with a smirk, winking as he walked away. It was creepy, but sadly not unusual for him. His associates followed closely behind, leaving the hallway eerily quiet.

Rowan and I made our way back to my office in silence. I shrugged off my suit jacket and tossed it onto the couch, loosening my tie as I began to speak.

"Rowan, I need you to make some calls and—" I stop turning mid-sentence. Usually, by now, she'd have responded with her usual, "Yes, sir," or Got it. But this time—nothing. I turned around and noticed her standing there, gripping her laptop as if it were a lifeline, her knuckles stark white. Her gaze was glued to the marbled floor, and she shook, trembling so badly it looked like she might collapse.

"Rowan? Are you okay?" I asked, my voice low, but she didn't respond. And then, without warning, she fell to her knees.

Eye's wild I rushed over, kneeling beside her without thinking. My suit pants and dress shoes now ruined, but I didn't care. Not at that moment. All that mattered was whether she was ok.

"You ok?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. She started to cry, the kind of soft, broken weeping that made my heart ache.

I reached out to touch her arm, hoping to comfort her, but the second my hand made contact, she winced back. Confused, I hesitated, then threw all consent out of the window as my curiosity took over. I gently pulled back the sleeves of her dress, revealing her arms.

"Jesus... Who did this?" I stopped mid-sentence, it didn't take long for me to realize.

Miles.

Rowan's voice came out shaky and broken. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to mess up your deal."

She looked up at me, those big brown eyes brimming with tears, and I couldn't help myself. I wrapped her into a hug. She then cried into my arms.

"When did this happen?" I asked, my voice soft but firm. She hesitated for a second, as if she was afraid to say it out loud, but then the words came out in a shaky whisper.

"W-when we were at the club... Miles came out of nowhere while I was in the bathroom and he tried... he..." She couldn't finish, but I didn't need her to. My grip on her tightened, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and protectiveness.

"I won't let him hurt you again," I whispered, holding her close.

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I got Rowan to sit comfortably on the couch. I poured her a glass of water, walking over and handing it to her. She looked up at me and took it out of my hand gracefully.

"Thanks." She said with a polite smile, wiping a tear from her face.

"Rowan, maybe you should go home for the day," I said gently, glancing down at her. Her head shot up, eyes wide with surprise.

"But I have so much to do. I've got calls, planning—" she began, but I cut her off by walking over to my desk. I pressed the button for the front desk.

"What are you—?"

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?" came the voice on the other end.

"Send someone to my assistant's office and take her things to my car," I instructed, hanging up before they could respond. Without a second thought, I grabbed my suit jacket and abruptly scooped Rowan up, carrying her bridal style.

"Oh my god, put me down!" she exclaimed, but instead of listening, I draped my suit jacket over her. It was oversized, swallowing her petite frame.

"Sorry, but if you're going home, I don't want you magically bumping into Miles," I said with an edge to my voice. I had a feeling that guy was stalking her.