The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 83

After the call, Jason left the hospital and headed for the company. Grace had gotten back to him and reported that Isabelle was waiting for him.

When he got to the office, he found her waiting at his reception.

She stood up when she saw him, gave him an hesitant look–probably because he looked worn out because he hadn’t had time to freshen up–and then said, “Good morning, sir. My director said that you wanted to see me.”

Jason nodded, noting that she looked subdued. Approaching her, he said, “I heard that you want to resign.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she nodded. “Yes.”

He sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened when you talked things over with Jacob, but he needs you right now.”

Isabelle’s face creased into a frown. “What? You know Jacob?”

Jason paused, now thoroughly confused. If she already knew that Jacob was also Logan Larson, then surely, she would make the connection? Unless…

Unless she didn’t know?

Had Jacob not gotten around to telling her the truth? Why had she given back her ring, then?

If Jacob was yet to tell her his real identity, Jason wasn’t going to make that mistake. Jacob had warned him to not even think of telling her.

He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Sorry, did I say Jacob?” He made a show of rubbing his eyes. “I must be really out of it. I’ve had quite a busy night, I can’t think straight. Jacob is the name of some client who gave me a lot of headache yesterday. I meant to ask whether the people at Green Leaf are still making things difficult for you. We need you for this project.” He paused and shook his head again. “You know what? Why don’t you wait here a little more? I’ll see you in my office in about five minutes.”

“Okay,” she replied.

Before turning away, he gave her a smile. “Do you know someone named Jacob?”

She nodded, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Oh, yeah. That’s my husband’s name.”

“Oh, you are married? You’re not wearing a ring.”

“I misplaced it,” she replied, still not looking at him. Did she, really? Would Kevin know what the hell had gone on between the two?

“Alright, give me a few minutes,” he said, and then went into his office. He made a beeline for the bathroom connected to his office and had a quick shower. He kept a spare suit in the office, so he changed into it.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he looked much better. Taking out his phone, he dialled Kevin’s number.

When Kevin received the call, he asked him, “Do you know anything about what happened between Jacob and his wife yesterday?”

“They had an argument, I think” Kevin replied. “Jacob spent the entire day looking for her all over the city. He had me watch their apartment, and she showed up around seven o’clock. When he got into the accident, he was going to the apartment to see her.”

Jason cursed and paced. So they had indeed argued. But Isabelle still didn’t know about Jacob’s true identity. What on earth was going on?

“Okay, thank you,” Jason told him and hung up.

Pocketing his phone, he headed to the door and opened it. Stepping outside, he asked Isabelle to join him. A minute later, she was sitting on the other side of his desk.

“Why do you want to resign, Ms Cruz?”

“I’m moving away from the city,” she replied, “so I can’t keep my job here.”

She was moving?

“Oh, that’s sad to hear, since you are one of our best designers, and we would like to keep you around for a long time. Are you moving with your family?”

Just because he couldn’t outright reveal Jacob’s identity didn’t mean he couldn’t try to find out what the hell was going on with the two.

Isabelle blinked, as if not expecting his question. Finally, she said, “Yes.”

“Oh. With your husband?”

She shifted on her seat and looked away. “Yeah.”

That was definitely a lie. She didn’t know that her so-called husband was lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. Would Jacob really punish him if he told her the truth in a situation like this?

“I understand,” he said, “but you do know that you are currently part of a very important project, right?”

She nodded, her eyes coming back to him. “Yes. I’ll try to finish it during the remaining three weeks.”

“What if it takes longer?” he asked.

She hesitated. And then, “I’m sure there is someone who can take over from me.”