Chapter 66

Jackson sipped his coffee, trying not to fidget under Isabella's intense gaze. She hadn't touched her mug, her eyes fixed on him like a hawk eyeing its prey. The morning sunlight filtering through the penthouse windows did nothing to soften the tension in the air.

"So," Isabella drawled, her finger tracing the rim of her untouched coffee mug, "you're telling me you've been in a coma for nine years and just woke up?"

"Uh, yeah... Nine years. Crazy, right?"

"Nine years," she repeated, her tone flatter than week-old soda.

"Yep," he nodded, sipping his coffee to avoid her piercing gaze.

"Alright, Jackson. Cut the crap. Why didn't you mention this whole coma business earlier? That's not exactly small talk material, but come on."

"I didn't want to freak you out?" he offered weakly. "I mean, how do you casually drop 'Hey, I've been unconscious for almost a decade' into the conversation?"

"Right. Because that's totally normal. Just like waking up from a coma and suddenly owning a penth
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