Chapter 285
In the past, I’d always demanded the divorce with commanding tones. This time I was begging.
The disappointment in my heart was unspoken but obvious..
Henry sucked in a sharp breath. His lips pressed into a thin line as reality shattered whatever fantasy he’d been nurturing.
He remained silent, taking a cigarette from his pocket as he walked toward the balcony beside me. His retreating figure seemed profoundly lonely.
“Henry, with your health issues, how can you still smoke?” Isabella’s voice suddenly cut through the room. “Please stop! Your stomach hasn’t fully healed, and your arm is still injured!”
The concern in her saccharine voice grated on my nerves. I immediately turned to Billy. “Sweetheart, would you like to play somewhere else?”
Though young, my son was remarkably perceptive. The moment he heard Isabella’s voice, he’d glanced sideways at her before quickly nodding his agreement.
As I led Billy toward the third–floor children’s room, I heard Henry scolding Isabella: “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop hovering around me! What business is my health to you?”
His voice grew harsher. “The only reason you’re here today is because my mother requested it! You’re a guest in the Harding house–know your place and don’t meddle in other people’s affairs! Understood?”
Henry was also deeply unhappy about Isabella’s presence at the Harding family dinner.
If he hadn’t wanted to avoid making a scene in front of relatives and friends at such an occasion, Henry probably would have called security to throw Isabella out.
How could he possibly like a woman who had lied to him repeatedly, who could lie to his face without the slightest hint of shame or nervousness?
Now, he only wished she would stay far away from him, the farther the better.
He had thought that if he acted cold enough toward her, she would take the hint and back off.
But Henry didn’t know what was wrong with her–she deliberately kept coming near him, putting on an air of having been greatly wronged, which only made him more irritated.
After hearing Henry’s harsh words, Isabella didn’t get angry. She smiled until her eyes curved into crescents. “Henry, don’t be upset. I’m just concerned about your health, nothing more.”
The more gentle and caring she acted, the more impatient Henry became. He stopped walking, turned around and glared at her fiercely. “I told you I don’t want to see you! Are you deaf? Security!”
“Henry, please don’t get angry. It’s not good for your health. If you don’t want me here, I can leave on my own. Why bother calling security to escort me out?”
“Don’t worry, I just wanted to check on your condition. As long as you’re alright, I don’t mind what happens to me.
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While saying this, Isabella’s small mannerisms never stopped. t
She was either pulling at her hair or taking out perfume to spray around. She deliberately kept moving closer to Henry
Henry found these actions–increasingly irritating. He unbuttoned his collar with his uninjured left hand, his face full of anger. “Don’t you find this annoying? Do I really need to call security?”
Seeing that Henry was truly angry, Isabella took off running toward the children’s room where Sophia and Billy were,
As she ran, she kept spraying perfume.
Strangely enough, although she was spraying perfume, the corridor didn’t smell of perfume at all. Instead, there was a pungent, acrid odor.
Henry, afraid she would disturb Sophia and Billy, chased after her.
But…
For some reason, the more he ran, the more he felt short of breath. His heart began pounding uncontrollably, beyond what he could bear.
Isabella watched him staggering toward her with unsteady steps, and the corners of her mouth lifted in a satisfied smile.
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