The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 39

On her way home from work that evening, Isabelle came across Jacob jogging in the community. He was dressed in a pair of running shorts that left his long muscular legs exposed, and a t-shirt that made it easy to imagine the muscular physique hidden beneath.

Soon as her thoughts went to forbidden territory, she stopped them and focused on the matter that had been on her mind all day. Jacob was the only person from last night who knew her identity and who took the incentive to stop Mr Grayson. There was a high probability that he was the one who had reported him to the police.

“How was work?” he asked when he got to her and fell into step with her on their way home.

“It was good,” she said, and then looked up at him. “Some officers came in the morning and arrested the director. Are you the one who went to the police with the surveillance video from last night?”

“Oh, they did?” he nodded approvingly. “Good. Yes, I’m the one who gave them the video.”

“Thank you,” she told him. “He was trying to fire me when they showed up. My coworkers think he’ll be fired.”

“He already is,” he replied, and then a few seconds later added, “I’m sure he already has been fired. If not, I would make a scene at the company to demand that he be fired.”

Isabelle chuckled, thinking he was joking. Either way, she felt immensely grateful that he had taken the step to ensure Mr Grayson paid for what he had done. “How did you get the footage, though?” From her experience last night, she didn’t think the restaurant would be willing to give him the surveillance video. Their staff hadn’t bothered to help her when she cried for help, and she thought they were more inclined to sweep the incident under the rug.

“One of the security guards at the restaurant is my friend,” Jacob told her. “He is the one who helped me with the video. Otherwise, it might have been hard to get it.”

“That’s fortunate,” she said. It was amazing how he seemed to have friends everywhere. He might not have a lot of money or have a posh job, but he sure had good connections. “Thank you so much for doing that for me. Without your help, I would have lost my job today.”

“Don’t mention it,” he told her, taking her bag to carry it for her. “It’s my job to take care of you. You are my wife, remember?”

His words made her blush and a happy smile covered her lips.

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By the time they got to their apartment, Jacob’s shirt was already stained with sweat, and he planned to have a shower first. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and was about to take it off when Isabelle appeared in front of him, gazing at him with those large brown eyes of hers. His stomach seized. She had no idea how adorable she appeared when she looked up at him like that, did she?

“You kept your promise,” she told him, a small smile gracing her lips. Her soft, pink lips that he hadn’t been able to look at the same way again after that fateful night in the car…

He cleared his throat and tried to bring his brain back to the present. “What?”

“Last night, you told me that you would make sure he didn’t hurt me again. I thought you were only comforting me, but you really went ahead and got the evidence against him.” Her smile widened. “I want to thank you for that.”