After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 51

Isabella Lane didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.

She honestly had no clue why he’d flicked her forehead. All she did was drop a hint that he ought to make it up to her.

What a cheapskate. He always made her handle all the messy stuff, but when it came to giving her something in return, he never followed through. Fine, she decided, she’d stop doing him any favors. She’d just sit back and watch his admirers circle around him. He was the one who’d get annoyed, not her.

Ethan looked a little stung by her words. He pressed his lips together, then asked quietly, “Did it really hurt that much?”

She shot him a look. “You cried out like a pig when I bit you. You know what pain feels like, so why wouldn’t I? I’m human too, you know.”

He stared at her for a few seconds, but he didn’t apologize. Instead, he went right back to their earlier conversation.

“So you’re saying you suffered a big loss. Do you want money for it?”

“I never said that.”

Ethan’s tone was cool. “I’ve already given you ten million as startup money. That’s more than your allowance for a few years.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me to pay it back? Or do you plan on deducting it from my allowance?”

“Why would I take it back? You’re my wife. Husbands earn money, wives spend it. That’s normal.”

Ethan lifted his teacup, finished what was left, and started rolling the empty cup between his fingers. His voice was smooth and warm as it drifted over to Isabella.

He really was good-looking. When he wasn’t acting all cold and distant, even his voice was addictive. Anyone who fell for a nice voice would be a goner after hearing his.

“I won’t ask you to pay back the ten million,” he said, “but since I treat you like my wife, shouldn’t you do your part and act like one? Maybe keep an eye on your husband, so no one tries to steal him away.”

Isabella made a face. “No one can steal you. Why should I worry?”

“They’re driving me crazy.”

She plopped down at the stone table and poured herself some tea.

“How’d you do it?” Ethan’s dark eyes locked onto her face.

If he was being honest, Isabella was even prettier than Natalie Gates. Her beauty was so natural. She’d never had any work done, didn’t even bother with fancy skincare. She was just born gorgeous, like Cynthia.

Cynthia was in her fifties now, but she looked like she was in her thirties. If she and Isabella stood together, people would probably assume they were sisters.

Isabella sipped her tea and shrugged. “I went back inside, took a drink of water, and then started looking for a broom. By the time I found one, they were already gone.”

Ethan’s gaze sharpened a little. That was it?

She smirked. “Before I came out here, I poured myself a glass of warm water and drank half of it. I left the rest on the coffee table. When I went back, I picked it up to finish it off, and as soon as I took a sip… oh my god, it was disgustingly salty.”

“They dumped a ton of salt in my cup. I slammed it down and went to find a broom, and I guess Sophia and her friends got scared I’d catch them, so they ran off on their own.”