After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan) novel Chapter 370

“Isabella!” Cynthia’s voice cut through the room, all business.

Whenever her mom called her by her full name, Isabella knew she was in real trouble. Internally, she cursed Ethan a hundred times over, but on the outside, she put on her most apologetic face and tried again.

“Ethan, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken out my bad day on you.”

Ethan took a couple steps forward until he was right in front of her. He reached out and brushed her hair, making his voice extra protective. “Who upset you? Tell me, and I’ll handle it.”

Isabella pushed his hand away, not in the mood for whatever hero act he was putting on.

He immediately turned to Cynthia. “See, Mom? She’s still not really sorry. She won’t even let me touch her.”

“Ethan!” Isabella grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. “There, are you happy? I touched you.”

She dragged his hand behind their backs and gave it a sharp pinch, hard enough to make her point.

Ethan flinched, but for once, he didn’t start whining to Cynthia. Instead, he grinned, which only made Isabella want to smack him.

His mood brightened, probably because he’d managed to get Cynthia on his side. Right in front of her mother, he pulled Isabella closer, holding her like it was no big deal.

She tried to squirm away, but he leaned in and whispered, “Your mom’s watching.”

In her mind, Isabella imagined stabbing a voodoo doll that looked suspiciously like Ethan.

“Babe, who was it?” Ethan asked, going for the wounded-husband act. “Just tell me. I want to see which idiot had the guts to mess with my wife.”

Isabella rolled her eyes. “Mom, Laura, let’s go check out the furniture,” she said, eager to escape. She grabbed Ethan and practically dragged him out of the room.

She walked so fast that soon it was just the two of them down the hall.

“Sell me?” he echoed, his voice low. “You actually thought about selling me?”

“And for just two hundred million? Is that all I’m worth to you? Seriously? Two hundred million? You think I’m that cheap?”

He looked so personally insulted that Isabella almost laughed. This was Ethan Adams, the head of the Adams Group, worth billions, and probably set to inherit even more. He practically had money coming out of his ears, and here she was, joking about selling him off.

“For you, two hundred million is pocket change. But for most people, that’s a fortune. I’ve never even seen that much money in my life,” she shot back. “And you’re calling it cheap? You really don’t know how normal people live.”

“That’s not the point,” Ethan insisted. “Who tried to buy me? Was it Mia Clark? Olivia? Someone else?”

He looked suspicious, like he was already imagining all his admirers lining up with suitcases of cash.

Isabella just shook her head, amused and exasperated all at once.