The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 47

“Do you expect me to believe that after what happened? Why would your sister do that to you?” he asked.

“My parents owe me money, but they refused to pay me back after I got married,” she revealed. “My sister also doesn’t want them to pay me, so that’s why she likes picking fights with me.”

“Is that all?” Jacob asked, still looking at her closely. Her story still didn’t make sense to him. What he would rather know was why her family owed her money. And why they didn’t want to pay her back. Why was her relationship with them so bad?

“It is,” she confirmed, and then looked up to meet his gaze again. “What else could there be to it?”

He wanted to ask about why she had a poor relationship with her family, but decided to shelve that. If she wanted to tell him, she would.

“Nothing,” he said, looking ahead. After they had walked a few more paces in silence, he addressed the other thing that had bothered him at dinner. “You should tell others that you are married,” he told her.

Isabelle faced him and smirked. “Should I mark the word ‘married’ on my face to let everyone know that I have a husband?”

“Maybe we should try that,” he joked, smiling at her cheekiness. “It probably would have helped with your little friend from work,” he added.

Isabelle’s smooth brow creased in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He gave her a blank look. “What else? He is obviously interested in you. Has he started wooing you yet?”

Isabelle’s frown deepened as she shook her head. “What? No! You’re wrong. He has never treated me anything different from a colleague.”

Jacob scoffed. “You’re so naive if you really think that. He clearly wants to sleep with you.”

Isabelle’s face heated, whether from mortification or anger she couldn’t tell, at Jacob’s assertion. “Excuse me?”

Was this why he had remained silent throughout dinner, brooding in his seat? She should have known that it was too good that he would crash her dinner with Seth and not make such statements. She was just relieved he hadn’t voiced his assumptions out loud during dinner.

“Don’t give me that look,” Jacob told her, “I saw how he was looking at you. It was clear that he wants to get you into bed.”

“Not everybody is like you,” she snapped.

“Of course he is not like me,” Jacob agreed. “I am your husband, so it’s legal for me to sleep with you. Him? He shouldn’t even dream of it.”

Isabelle’s mind couldn’t come up with an instant retort for that statement. Not when he was looking so smug about it, one eyebrow cocked as he awaited her reply. Well, at least he wasn’t accusing her of wanting to sleep with Seth, so she thought that was an improvement from their previous argument about the man.

Face burning, she spun away from him and sped up, maintaining a few feet ahead of him for the rest of the walk home.

When they got home, Isabelle headed straight to her bedroom, avoiding Jacob. He knew she was more flustered than annoyed about his claims regarding Seth, so he knew she wasn’t mad at him.

From the first time he had seen that man, he had known he had an intention towards Isabelle, and it seemed that Isabelle was yet to realise that. She was truly innocent, if she really believed that Seth’s interest in her was only work-related.

Hadn’t she seen how shocked he had been when she told him she was married? The only reason a man would have such a reaction was if he had his eyes set on a woman he thought was available.

Seth’s intentions aside, Jacob was glad to notice that Isabelle only regarded the man as a colleague. While Jacob had no intention of revealing the fact that he was the one who had helped her with the interview, he hoped she would soon find out that it wasn’t her coworker who had helped her. That way, she wouldn’t have an excuse to have dinners with him. Knowing her, she would think to arrange another dinner to make up for the almost-disaster this one had been.

But first, there was something he needed to fix, and fast.