The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 59

Isabelle reached for the ring and held it in her fingers, amazed at how beautiful it looked. Beautiful, and expensive. The band was platinum, with a princess cut diamond sitting prettily at the top.

It looked like something that Isabelle would have chosen for herself. Simple yet stunning. That was if she could stand the price tag, of course.

When she had told Jacob to get her a normal ring, she had assumed he would get a simple wedding band. Definitely not one that looked like it had cost a fortune. What if she lost it?

“It’s not a real diamond,” Jacob told her, as if he could read her mind. “But it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is,” she agreed, studying the stone closely. It looked real. But then again, you can’t sell fake diamond rings if you couldn’t make them look real, right? Jacob seemed to have a real knack for finding counterfeit items that could pass as real.

Jacob looked on as Isabelle examined the ring, hoping she wouldn’t catch on to his lie. After all, she was a jewellery designer with plenty of experience with the finest gems. Even if it was just for show and they were still a pretend couple, he had wanted to get her a pretty ring.

He released a sigh of relief when she placed the box on the counter and slipped the ring onto her finger. She raised her hand, giving him a good look at it. It looked stunning on her.

“It’s so beautiful,” she said, smiling. She turned her face towards him, but couldn’t quite look at him as he was pressed so closely to her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he told her, and then, unable to resist, bent his head and nipped her neck gently.

Isabelle stiffened when she felt Jacob’s breath on her sin and seconds later, he nipped her skin with his teeth. “Please stop,” she requested, her stomach swarming with butterflies. She had silently enjoyed his proximity until that moment, but now she wasn’t so sure it had been a good idea to indulge him. What if he tried to force a kiss on her like that night?

“Sorry,” he said, instantly taking a step away. “I got carried away.”

She nodded, avoiding looking at him directly. Not when her heart was beating erratically and heat was rising up her neck. The man was very capable of stealing her breath, and now that they were back on good terms, she didn’t trust her body around him.

“Need help?” he asked from behind her.

She blinked. “With what?”

He stepped up beside her and looked at the sandwiches she had been preparing. “Preparing breakfast,” he said.

“Oh.” She had all but forgotten about them. With him holding her the way he had been, everything else had faded to the background. She picked up the knife that had cluttered to the counter earlier on. “I’m almost done. You should go get ready.”

“Don’t start without me,” he warned in a light tone. “Let’s have breakfast together today.”