After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 195

Isabella took advantage of his momentary distraction, snatching the towel from his hands. She put on her most serious face, pretending she was just trying to help. “This is my house. I’ll come and go whenever I want. That’s my right,” she announced.

She dabbed the towel against his chest, shaking her head. “You’re soaked. Susan told me you’ve been working out forever. With this much sweat, I bet you won’t be running a fever tonight.”

Of course, she was just using it as an excuse to sneak a few touches. After being his wife for two lifetimes, technically anyway, she barely got any chances to get close to him. Honestly, Isabella thought she deserved a little more.

“Ethan, your body’s insane. Seriously, you look better than any male model. If The Adams Group ever goes under, you could totally become a model. I’ll even be your sugar mama,” she teased.

Ethan stiffened. “Isabella!”

She looked innocent. “What? I’m just wiping sweat.”

“Watch where you’re touching!” His voice was tense.

“I’m just being thorough. Wherever there’s sweat, I wipe. For this kind of top-tier service, you should tip me. Nothing too crazy, maybe a hundred thousand or so. That’s fair, right?”

She grinned at him. “You’re Ethan, the big boss of The Adams Group. A tip less than six figures would be beneath you.”

Ethan could only think, this woman is just obsessed with money.

He yanked the towel back, ending her “helpfulness.” It was obvious she was just looking for an excuse to run her hands over his abs. The worst part? He hadn’t even wanted to stop her.

Now that her fun was cut short, Isabella stepped back, hands shoved in her pockets as she watched him pull his shirt on.

“Susan said you’re in a bad mood,” she said.

“Do you care?” Ethan asked.

Isabella flashed him a bright smile. “Of course I care. I care a ton. You’re my main sponsor, after all.”

Watching him, Isabella couldn’t help but laugh to herself. “You’d think I was about to pounce on him or something.”

Honestly, as long as Natalie wasn’t part of the conversation, Ethan wasn’t that hard to deal with.

Back in her own room, Isabella flopped onto the sofa, playing on her phone for a bit. When she saw it was nearly eleven, she finally got up to shower.

The rest of the night was quiet.

Early the next morning, Isabella half-woke in bed, feeling like someone kept coming in and out of her room, maybe even sitting by her bedside every now and then.

Was she dreaming? Or was there actually someone there?

A burglar? Not a chance. This was a luxury villa with layers of security. Plus, The Adams Group had developed the place themselves. With Ethan living here, security was even tighter. No thief would ever dare try their luck.