The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 18

Jacob scoffed as Isabelle narrated how she thought Seth was the one who helped her with the interview. Had he gone through all this trouble to give her a fair shot at the job only for her to think it was another man who helped her? She must think really highly of the guy.

“Did he tell you that?” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest. At that point, they were just standing in the middle of the alley, immersed in their argument.

“No,” she replied, blowing away stray strands of hair from her face. “But it makes sense. Nobody else at the company knows me personally, so he’s the only one who could have spoken for me against Ann. He’s a head designer, so I think he’s close to the vice president. Plus, he comes from a powerful family. He probably has some influence around here.”

The more she talked about the guy, the more Jacob’s irritation grew. Did she say he was her senior? Did she have a crush on him or something? Just because he was not her lover didn’t mean she wasn’t interested in him. From the way she smiled and looked at him when they were talking at the front of the building, to how she was vehemently defending him now…

“Oh please,” he sneered. “His family is not powerful enough to influence the company’s decisions.”

He wasn’t even sure what family the guy was from, and that was a clear sign that they were nowhere as powerful as the Garcias. Holding? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t recall anyone impressive enough with that last name to have a sway over the Larson Group.

Isabelle frowned at him. “How do you know that?”

He blinked and looked down at her. “What?”

“It’s not like you know his family or anything about the Larson Group. So how do you know that he doesn’t have any influence on the company’s decisions?”

Jacob pressed his lips into a thin line as he looked down at her. Damn, he should have thought twice before talking. But he had been so caught up in making her see that her precious prince charming wasn’t the superhero she thought him to be.

He cleared his throat. “I have a friend who works at the Larson Group, and he talks a lot about the big bosses over there. If your little friend mattered, I would have heard his name at some point.”

“That doesn’t sound like a very reliable source of information to me,” Isabelle muttered, then turned away and started walking.

Jacob blew out a blast of air through his mouth before starting after her. He was just going to have to give up this argument. It wasn’t like he could tell her the true reason he knew it wasn’t her college friend who helped her out.

As he fell into step with her, he said, “Anyway, you still need to keep your distance from other men. We agreed on that.”

Isabelle came to a halt and turned to him. “I already told you, we are just coworkers. I’m not attracted to him if that’s what you’re thinking.” She closed her eyes briefly and when she looked at him again, it was with a look that suggested she was done fighting over it. “I don’t know why you keep reminding me that when I already told you that I won’t be involved with anyone as long as I’m your wife. If you can’t trust me, there’s nothing I can do about it. Seth and I just happened to leave work at the same time, it’s not like we are planning on hanging out like you assumed.”