The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 54

When Jacob called Jason, he was still in bed, with his lover lying in his arms. His first thought at seeing Jacob’s call was that there was an emergency at work, but then he remembered their meeting the previous night.

If that was why Jacob was calling him in the morning, his plan to patch things up with his wife must have failed. Unless he was so happy with the outcome and couldn’t wait to share the good news.

Shifting away from the woman lying next to him, he received the call. “Morning,” he greeted, his voice sleepy and raspy. “What’s the news?”

Jacob didn’t bother with greetings, he just went straight to the point. “She doesn’t want my money.”

Jason scratched his morning stubble. “Well, that’s a tough one. If gifts or money don’t work, then you should aim for the heart. If you’ve hurt her feelings, trying to use money to get forgiveness might make it worse.”

“You think?” Jacob said grouchily. “And you didn’t think to say that last night?”

“Well, I mean money sure helps, but you need to ask yourself whether it really fixes the root of the problem. If you make it seem like you think your money can fix everything and make her forget whatever it is that you did, that might backfire. You can’t be obnoxious about it. Maybe you made her feel like you were throwing your money at her because you thought she was throwing a useless tantrum and thought money was a quick fix.”

“I wasn’t obnoxious,” Jacob snapped. Besides, he hadn’t exactly thrown money at her. He had simply given her his bank card to make her life easier. And, in this case, money did fix the problem, didn’t it? Well, half the problem. His inability to regain her trust was the main issue, wasn’t it?

Jason sighed. “Since it seems that you really hurt her feelings, you need to do something that tugs at her heartstrings. Know what’s better than money when you want to show you’re aware you were an asshole and truly want to make up for it?”

“What?”

“Flowers.”

“Flowers,” Jacob deadpanned.

“Right. They are romantic, sentimental, and women love them. There’s no better way to show her that you care about her feelings.”

“So you’re telling me that flowers are more valuable than money?”

“Sentimentally, yes, and that’s where you seem to be lacking, isn’t it? Flowers bring along smiles and soften hearts. It’ll be easier for her to see that you’re not a total asshole if you make her smile. If that doesn’t work, you’re doomed.”

“Are you calling me an asshole indirectly?”

Jason’s eyes widened. He had forgotten that Jacob was not only his boss, but also a pretty petty one. “No, of course not. I was just bringing what’s probably going on in her mind to perspective.”

“This had better work,” Jacob said and hung up.

Jason put his phone aside and laid back in bed. His boss’s wife seemed a little too hard to please, but he was confident the flowers would work. They always did for him.

Back at the apartment, Jacob made a call to a flower shop to have roses delivered to the house. He figured the grander the gesture, the better it worked.

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