The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 23

When he didn’t seem to pay attention to her plea, Isabelle grasped his arm and pushed it away. She was clearly only going to get out of this by having to–

“Just a sec,” Jacob said, his voice gentle. She went still as he reached up and touched her forehead, then wiped his palm over her skin. “You’ve got a bit of sweat here.”

“Oh,” she mumbled, her face going hot. Was that it? He just wanted to wipe her forehead? He should have said earlier. And here she was, getting wild ideas…

Jacob could barely keep his lips from splitting into a wide grin. So maybe he enjoyed seeing her frazzled by his proximity a little too much. And he was also guilty of enjoying having her trapped in his arm a lot. But he couldn’t help it–she was just too adorable.

He half-expected her to keep pushing against him after he said he was wiping her sweat, but she didn’t. Instead, she stilled and let him go ahead, her struggle gone. What had she thought he was going to do?

“Are you done?” she asked after a few seconds, giving him a quick look and then glancing away. Her look wasn’t hostile or suspicious in any way–she looked totally okay with him wiping off her sweat. It made him wonder whether she was always this trusting.

“Almost,” he said, moving his attention to her nose. When he brushed his finger on her nose, her eyes shot back to him again, and this time, she extricated herself from his hold and stepped away. It looked like that was where she drew the line.

“I’m good, thanks,” she said, passing her hand over her nose. “You didn’t have to do that.” Walking away, she asked, “So, when can we move in?”

***

When the weekend came along, Isabelle went to see Ruth in the hospital. It had been a while since she had seen her and she couldn’t wait to spend some time with her.

Isabelle was always happy to see her, but now, seeing her lying in bed with IV lines hooked to her arm, she only felt heaviness in her heart. The frustration that she still couldn’t pay the medical bill bothered her on a daily basis. But now, sitting beside her bed, it hit her even harder.

Ruth was trying to be cheerful, but Isabelle could see that the disease was taking its toll on her. And if she didn’t start her dialysis sessions soon, she would get worse.

The most she could do now was ensure Ruth was getting the best care while awaiting dialysis. The hospital she currently was in wasn’t exactly the best, and she feared that she wasn’t getting optimum care. From what she had observed, the hospital was understaffed. It would help if Ruth was in a place where she could receive more personalised care.

“I want to move you to a better hospital,” she told her, “I want you to be in the best hands until you can start your treatment.”

Ruth shook her head and waved a hand in dismissal. “You worry too much, Isabelle. I’m totally fine here. They have kept me alive until now, haven’t they?” she asked lightly, smiling weakly.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Isabelle muttered, reaching forward and taking her hand between hers. “And I’ve seen what the food they serve here looks like. If they put that much effort in everything else, it worries me alot.”

Ruth chuckled. “Hospital food is not meant to look or even taste good. Trust me, it’s not all that bad. Besides, I can afford to stay here.”

“You don’t have to worry about money,” Isabelle told her. “If there’s something you don’t like about here, you should tell me. I have a new job now, I can cover whatever extra amount you’ll need to pay.”

Ruth shook her head instantly. “No, dear. I’m okay. Do not think of using your first salary to move me to a posh hospital, I won’t take it. I’m really doing alright here.”

“But–”

“Shh,” Ruth silenced her. “Let's talk about your new job instead. The Larson Group, huh? You always wanted to work there.”

Isabelle smiled, giving in to Ruth’s insistence to stop talking about hospitals. “Yes, I did.” Ruth was one of the few people who ever got to hear of her dreams to become a designer and the companies she wanted to work for.

First, it was because as her caregiver at the orphanage, she was the closest person to her. Second, even after the Cruzes adopted her, it became quickly clear that her new mother and sister were not as interested in her personal life. At the end of the day, it was Ruth who listened to her dreams and hopes.

“Is it any good?” Ruth asked.

“It’s amazing,” Isabelle replied, getting excited. “I’ve just been there for a week, and I’m already loving it so much.”

“I always knew you would achieve your dreams,” Ruth said with a smile. “Remember when you would make bracelets for the other kids back then? They would even fight over whose turn it was to receive one from you.” She paused and laughed weakly. “You have a gift, Isabelle. I hope it will keep opening the right doors for you.”

Isabelle nodded, squeezing her hand lightly. Every time she spent time with Ruth, the woman always said things that reached deep into her heart and remained there. Whenever Isabelle was going through a hard time, she was the first person she thought of, because she knew no matter how tough things seemed, Ruth would make it all seem better.

Now, it was her turn to make things better for her, and she wasn’t going to give up, no matter what obstacle she came across. And when she found enough money, it would be easier to convince Ruth to accept her help.

***

When Isabelle left the hospital, she found herself on the bus leading to her adoptive parents’ home. She hadn’t planned on going back there after what happened the last time, but she felt that she didn’t have many options.

She was ready to beg and do whatever it took to have them change their minds and honour their promise. With Ruth’s situation, she couldn’t afford to focus on their betrayal and hate towards her. She was ready to sacrifice every last ounce of pride she had to get whatever funds she could.

It was late afternoon when she got to the house. One of the servants came to the door and let her in. After the warm welcome, however, she learned from the servant that the entire family had gone on vacation abroad.