After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 141

“What, you think I can’t take care of two sons? Why are you worrying about that? If you can have them, I can raise them…”

Ethan fell silent, suddenly realizing how ridiculous he sounded. He turned to look out the window, hoping that would help him escape the awkwardness swirling between them.

Isabella didn’t let go of his arm. She held him even tighter. She knew perfectly well there was no real future for them. It was probably smarter to keep some distance, not get too close. Unless, of course, he was actually willing to sleep with her.

She glanced at him. He was so good-looking, his body just... perfect. She imagined peeling off his shirt and having her way with him right there in the car.

Panic hit her and she quickly turned her eyes back to the window. If she kept staring, she might really lose control and jump him right here. She was a woman, after all, with all the normal needs and desires.

Money, focus on money. Isabella reminded herself over and over that she was here to make money, to get it out of Ethan’s wallet. That was the only thing that mattered.

After a few minutes of fighting her impulses, Isabella finally calmed down and spoke up. “I’m just trying to turn money into more money. You said it yourself. No matter what I do, you’d support me a hundred percent.”

She looked at him seriously. “See, when I’m busy, I don’t have time to go after Natalie. Honestly, I hate her, but I blame you even more.” Her voice dropped lower. “I wish she was dead. Sometimes I just want to tear her to pieces.”

Ethan’s hand shot out, grabbing her chin with so much force it hurt. Isabella winced, afraid he might actually break her jaw.

“Isabella, just try touching Natalie and see what happens,” he growled. “This is your warning. If you so much as lay a finger on her, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Tonight’s event was at The Cabinda Hotel, the city’s biggest and most upscale place. The Adams Group owned thirty percent, but the real power belonged to the James Family, who held the majority share.

Because of the gala, the hotel was closed to the public for the night. All guests had to check out by noon. The grand lobby was elegant and spacious, with other rooms available for events. There was more than enough space for a mid-sized corporate party, so no one would feel crowded.

When Ethan’s usual Maybach pulled up to the entrance, the security guard recognized the car right away and hurried over to open the door for him.

“Mr. Adams.” The guard greeted him politely.

The host of tonight’s gala, an industry veteran in his sixties, also came out to welcome them. Even with his age and status, he treated Ethan with obvious respect and never tried to act superior.