Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 122

"What brought you here?" Back in the hotel room, Isabella finally asked Theodore.

Theodore took off his coat and tossed it onto the couch before plopping down. The couch was a bit low for him, so his long legs hung awkwardly, with his toes just brushing the carpet. And though his posture was simple, those legs commanded attention.

"I came to back you up, in case anyone gave you trouble…"

Isabella fell silent for a moment. Then, her eyes widened as she blurted out, "Wait… You knew? You're such a big shot. How would you even know about something in our little circle?"

No matter how legendary Glamoore was, this was something from her niche circle. How could someone of his standing be aware of such trivial matters?

"I knew," he replied.

She froze, staring at him blankly.

He smiled faintly and gestured for her to come closer. She obeyed without question. When she reached him, he lifted her up into his arms.

Her whole body settled against his, his crisp scent enveloping her instantly. She stiffened, her hands instinctively pressing against his shoulders. Her nose brushed his warm neck, her breath growing softer.

She could feel the firm, reassuring grip of his hands at her waist. His long legs resting on the carpet brushed slightly against her ankles, sending tingling waves up her skin.

"How did you know?" Burying her face in his neck, her voice sounded muffled and tinged with disbelief.

She had always kept her two identities separate. Glamoore, her persona in the art world, was something private that she never thought would intersect with Theodore.

He lowered his head and rested his chin lightly against her hair. His voice carried warmth. "If I want to know everything about you, of course, I'll find out."

His fingers lightly traced the fabric at her waist. "Besides, I'm proud knowing that you're this talented."

A sudden pang tightened her chest. She smiled, trying to ease the tension. "It's okay, I was just asking casually. I'll change the question…"

"Bella…" His voice was soft, but she could hear a hint of helplessness.

"Mm…" she replied.

"I'm not unwilling to tell you." He lifted his gaze, his deep eyes locking on hers. "It's just… that period of time was the darkest for me. It's the hardest thing to talk about."

She froze, sensing the pain in his eyes. Her heart ached for him. For some reason, she felt a little envious of Queenie, who had been there for him during his darkest days, walking with him until he finally saw the light.

No wonder Queenie loved him so deeply.

But why didn't he feel the same for her?