Page 17 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
“Muzh?” When I timidly nod, Isaac cups my cheeks with his large hands then stares into my eyes. “Did your uncle instill any rules on when you were allowed to have amuzh?”
My breathing stills as my mouth becomes ajar. “No, but you normally have adruzhokbefore you have amuzh.”
Isaac shrugs as his lips twist. “Minor details.”
I arch my brow. “Are youaskingme something?”
His lips curl into a panty-moistening smile. “No, Isabelle.”
I release the breath I'm holding in as my normal heart rhythm returns. I love Isaac, but talking marriage this soon is beyond ridiculous.
“Yet,” he continues.
My eyes snap to his.
“You’ll have no doubt when I ask you to become my wife.” He presses his lips to the shell of my ear. “Just like you had no doubt the first time I fucked you.”
Oh god.
His teeth tug on my earlobe, sparking a cluster of pleasure to race through my body. When his tongue lashes the wound, soothing the sting of his bite, a noise erupts from my throat I’ve never heard before. It’s a cross between a meow and a purr. It’s deep, throaty, and brimming with yearning like a female version of Isaac’s sexy-as-sin growl.
He places a trail of nips and kisses along my jawline before searing my lips with a heated kiss. If he asks me to marry him after kissing me like he just did, I won’t have a chance in hell of denying his request.
Our make-out session—which to my dismay, never goes over a PG rating—is interrupted when my hospital door creaks open. I peer toward the door, expecting to see Dr. Jae since she said I'd be discharged this morning. I'm surprised, but happy when I notice Hunter and Regan.
Regan, as always, looks stunning in a pleated black pencil skirt and fitted fire-engine red jacket. The only thing tainting her remarkable beauty are the tears staining her cheeks. Hunter is dressed in his regular attire—jeans and a plaid shirt rolled up at the sleeves. He looks tired, but a smile is sneaking out from behind his thick beard.
“How’s Hugo?” Isaac queries, intuiting the reason for Regan’s tears without needing to ask her.
Regan smiles. “He's good, already nagging to get out of here.”
Isaac jerks up his chin. “I talked to Jae. If he maintains good vitals and the wound doesn’t show any signs of an infection, she may discharge him on homecare by tomorrow afternoon or the following day.”
Regan’s brows furrow. “He can’t go back to his apartment by himself.”
Isaac shakes his head. “No, he can’t. I’ll arrange a room in my house, and a dedicated team of nurses to look after him.”
Regan’s lips thin as a stern disposition morphs over her face. “Have them set it up in the spare room in my penthouse. Then I can keep a close eye on him.”
My heart rate hastens as my suspicious eyes bounce between Isaac and Regan. Does Regan want Hugo close because he's her frosting companion? Or is she genuinely concerned about his well-being?
I stare into her evocative eyes, but just like Isaac, she keeps her emotions locked up so tight, it’s hard for me to read her true intentions. Thankfully, Hunter doesn’t have any tact. “Are you keeping an eye on Hugo or Raquel?”
He chuckles when Regan slaps him on the chest. “Shut up.”
Isaac’s snickers stop when my confused eyes dart to his. “Raquel, the nurse who came into Hugo’s room last night, is Regan’s sister—”
“She isn’t a nurse,” Regan interjects, glaring at Isaac.
When Isaac shrugs, my eyes shoot back to Regan. Raquel and Regan do have the same hair and eye coloring, but they seem at complete opposite ends of the stratosphere regarding their personalities. Regan is high-strung and headstrong, where Raquel looks like a little ball of mischief who’s all about having fun.
“She's a thorn in my backside,” Regan says to my curious glance.
“Only because she's following her big sister’s footsteps,” says Isaac, smiling. His eyes turn down to me. “Don’t let Regan’s polished exterior fool you. It took a lot of spit to get her that shiny.”
My lips curve. I love seeing this side of him. It’s rare to see him out of his element. Other than Cormack, this is the first time I’ve seen him amongst friends. I know Hunter and Regan are technically his staff, but you can see how much he cares for them. They’re his family.
“Anyway.” Regan claps her hands together. “We didn’t come here to discuss the particulars of my teenage rebellion.” Her eyes narrow at Isaac when she says ‘teenage rebellion.’ “I’m here to see if you're ready to go?”
