The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 15

Kevin shot a curious glance at his boss in the backseat and quickly looked away. He had just brought the luxury car to a stop outside the house that his boss frequented nowadays. He couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what Jacob was up to.

Especially as he removed his designer suit and pulled on a shabby jacket over his shirt.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, wondering whether to ask the questions in his mind or not. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but this was beyond astonishing, he couldn’t help the curiosity. Plus, he wasn’t getting paid to stick his nose into the boss’s personal business…

In fact, sticking it where it wasn’t wanted would be a sure way of losing his pay.

After changing into the jacket, Jacob went ahead to remove his Italian leather dress shoes and replaced them with work boots.

Kevin’s attention went back to the neighbourhood outside. Surely, the car looked out of place in such a place, and especially outside the shabby home his boss was using.

“Come get me at the same time tomorrow,” Jacob told him as he fixed his jacket. “Not a moment earlier.”

“Yes boss,” Kevin agreed. That was another weird thing going on with his boss lately. He had instructed him to pick him up later than usual…it was as if he was purposely avoiding something. Kevin cleared his throat, curiosity finally winning over. “Why do you come to this house nowadays?”

Jacob’s hooded gaze met his eyes in the rearview mirror. Kevin squirmed on his seat. “I mean…it doesn’t look like somewhere you would live.” He still remembered the interior from that one morning he had delivered breakfast only to find that Jacob had already eaten. Since that day, he had been trying to figure out exactly why his wealthy boss was living in such a house, but he was none the wiser.

“That is none of your business, Kevin,” Jacob told him. “If you want to keep your job, I’d advise you to stay out of my personal affairs.”

Kevin swallowed and gave a quick nod. “Of course, boss. I understand. I apologise.” At least all he got was a warning…

Jacob left the car and headed into the house in his alternate set of clothing. He had thought deeply about how to convince his new wife that he wasn’t well-off, and dressing the part was part of the plan. It was hard to make someone believe you were short of money when you dressed in designer suits and shoes only found in luxury brand stores.

Besides, he couldn’t keep using the borrowing excuse forever. As far as Isabelle was concerned, he had hired expensive outfits on their wedding day and to her parents house to make a good impression. It would make no sense to wear like that on days when he was apparently out working blue collar jobs.

When he walked into the house, Isabelle was lying on the sofa, reading a book. But that wasn’t what really caught his eyes. Besides reading, she was also bathing her feet in a basin placed on the floor. And, she was wearing a pair of shorts that left her thighs and legs exposed. His eyes lingered on her soft creamy skin, went down her legs…

Shaking his head, he drew his eyes from her naked limbs and walked forward. Reaching for a throw blanket on the sofa, he unfolded it and placed it carefully on her naked thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes curious, but he ignored the question in them. He wasn’t about to admit that her sitting there with her creamy thighs on display would make it hard for him to focus on anything else.

Clearing his throat, he took a seat next to her, leaving some space between them. “How did the interview go?” he asked.

Early that morning, he had woken up to the sight of her rushing around the house, getting dressed to leave for another interview at the Larson Group. She had told him excitedly about how she had received an apology from the company and been invited for another interview. Of course, he had known about it all, and even now, he knew what happened after she went back to the company. Still, he wanted to hear the details from her.

Isabelle closed her book and placed it on the coffee table. Sighing, she leaned back on the sofa and gave him a soft smile. “It was crazy, but everything went well in the end.”

“Yeah? Did they tell you why they had rejected you before?”

“I was right about Ann,” she told him. “She made up lies about my reputation and convinced the other interviewers to reject my application. If the vice president didn’t call me back, I never would have known what happened. I have no idea how he figured out Ann was lying, given that she had already convinced the others, but whatever happened, I’m grateful.”

“What kind of lies did she tell?” Jacob asked, fully immersed in her story. He could hear in her voice that she was no longer worried, and he liked that. It was the opposite of the previous evening when she had been down with resignation after being rejected.

Isabelle nibbled on her bottom lip and looked away. “Oh, you know. Just lies that made it seem like I didn’t deserve the job.”

“Like?”