The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 6

Isabelle’s face burned red at Jacob’s words and proximity. Why was he suddenly acting this way? She had already made it clear she wasn’t going to share the bed with him, let alone sleep with him! He must be teasing her!

His lips so close to her ear, he whispered, “What do you think?”

What did she think? She couldn’t think, for one. The only thing she knew was that she needed to get out of that situation…

Quickly, she ducked under one of his arms and sprinted across the room to the bathroom. She didn’t care how she looked like running away. She would deal with the embarrassment the next day. Now, all she had to do was remain in the bathroom until he went to sleep and she could slip back into the room.

Heaving a sigh, she walked to the mirror and took in her appearance. Her face was a raw shade of red, and when she touched her fingers to it, she felt how hot it was. Whenever was she going to stop having such a reaction to him?

When Jacob woke up the next day, the first thing that registered in his brain was the mouthwatering aroma filling the room. At first, he thought he was dreaming. Then he opened his eyes and checked the kitchen.

It was Isabelle. She was moving behind the counter, flipping something on a pan on the stove. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and shifted his long legs to the floor. She really was making breakfast.

While he was still staring at her, she turned, a pan in hand. Her eyes flew to him and she gave him a small smile.

“Morning. Breakfast is ready.”

“Morning,” he replied, finally getting to his feet. “I’ll pop into the bathroom for a sec.”

As he went, he tried wrapping the entire thing around his head. It seemed as if everything about her was catching him by surprise. But then again, he hadn’t expected to wake up to breakfast prepared by his pretend wife.

When he got back into the room, Isabelle had already prepared the breakfast table. He joined her and appraised the bowls of steaming food. And a pot of freshly brewed coffee that she got hold of and asked, “Coffee?”

He nodded, smiling. “Yes, thank you.” When was the last time he had a home-cooked meal? He couldn’t remember.

As the two sat down for breakfast, Isabelle noticed how heartily Jacob ate his portions. She knew she was a good cook, but she hadn’t expected him to wolf everything down as if it was the most delicious meal he had ever had.

“Wow, that was very delicious,” he complimented when he was done. “Thank you.”

“Sure,” she replied, unsure of how else to react. He looked genuinely pleased.

“You’re a very good cook. I wouldn’t mind eating your food every day.”

Was he serious or exaggerating? Well, it didn’t matter…

“I have to go somewhere,” she told him, rising from her seat. “You will wash the dishes.”

She headed over to the bed and picked up her purse as he asked, “Where are you going?”

To her parents, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. It wasn’t any of his business, anyway. They had agreed to stay out of each other’s business. “See you later,” she told him instead, leaving quickly.

A few minutes after Isabelle left, there was a knock on the door. When Jacob went to open it, he found Kevin, his assistant, on the other side.

“Good morning, Boss. I brought your breakfast,” Kevin said as he walked into the house.

Jacob closed the door and went in after him, heading for the kitchen table to continue gathering the used dishes. “I already had breakfast,” he informed his assistant. “Isabelle made it.”

Kevin watched in astonishment as Jacob cleared the table. “You what? She… But… But you only eat food from the restaurant.”