The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 66

“What?” Jason asked, stunned by Isabelle’s question. What on earth did she mean? “What are you talking about?”

When he had gotten Isabelle’s message asking to see him, he had thought she had a concern to share about work. After all, since she joined the company, trouble seemed to always be following her. This was the first time she had asked to see him, though, and he was afraid something else had happened.

He never would have expected her to ask him whether he had a crush on her. What had he done to give her that idea?

Her smooth brow creased as she fidgeted with her hands on her lap. “I mean…I thought…you’ve been helping me a lot since I started here, and–”

“You are wrong,” he cut her off. “I do not have any kind of personal interest in you. Like I said, I’m only doing my job here. Please leave my office.”

Her eyes widened. “Sir, I–”

“Did you have anything else to say?”

“No.”

“That’ll be all, then. I have a meeting to get to, so please leave.”

She nodded, still looking spooked, and walked to the door.

He waited until she was gone before he got to his feet and paced, cussing. What on earth was that? What if Jacob found out about this and misunderstood? Or, what if she talked to him at home and mentioned that she thought Jason had a crush on her? Jacob would think he was pursuing his wife, and he doubted he would be lucky enough to get away with his life.

No. Before Isabelle went to Jacob with that insane thought of hers, Jason had to take action. He rushed out of his office and headed towards Jacob’s office, which was on the same floor.

What if Isabelle had ran into Jacob while she was here? He knew that she did not know her husband was her ultimate boss. God, Jacob would have skinned him alive. He should have thought about that before accepting to see her in his office.

When he got into his boss’s office, Jacob was sitting behind his desk, working on his computer. Jacob’s office was massive, expensively furnished, and had the best view on the executive floor.

Jason wandered over to the glass wall and looked down at the city–not because he suddenly had a desire to enjoy the view, but because he felt it was important to stay as far away from Jacob while he stated his reason for being there. There was no telling what the man’s reaction would be like.

“Jason? Do we have a meeting I wasn’t informed about?” Jacob asked, looking down at his wristwatch with a frown, and then at his vice president across the room.

“No,” Jason said, and then added, “sir.” It was in his best interest to be as polite as possible.

Jacob gave him a curious stare. “What is it?”

Jason cleared his throat. “Isabelle was just in my office.”

“What?” Jacob demanded, his eyes shifting to the door. “She was on this floor?”

“For just a minute,” Jason hurried to reply, hoping Jacob wouldn’t concentrate on the fact that he hadn’t warned him. “It was impromptu.”

“Why was she in your office? Is something wrong? You handled the Green Leaf thing, right?”

“Yes, like I told you, her draft has already been reassigned to the project, and I had the culprits dealt with accordingly.”