“Isabella, you’re really cold to me.”
“We’re getting divorced, Ethan. Being cold is easier for both of us.”
Ethan couldn’t find anything to say.
“If there’s nothing else, you should go home and get some sleep. I need to rest too,” Isabella said, her tone making it clear he wasn’t welcome to linger.
“You’re staying in this big place all by yourself. Aren’t you scared? How about I stay and keep you company? Seriously, you don’t have to worry. I won’t cross any lines.”
“I don’t need you here. I’m not scared.”
The security here was top-notch, and Isabella trusted it completely. Everyone in this neighborhood was either loaded or important. If they weren’t worried, why should she be? Her neighbors had more money and higher stakes than she did. When she came home earlier, she’d even seen the lights on next door at Edward’s place.
She felt perfectly safe.
“Isabella…”
“Ethan, are you trying to make me throw you out? You already said this house is mine. We’re in the middle of transferring the deed.”
Ethan’s chest tightened with a sour ache.
He picked up his half-finished glass of water and downed it all at once. After setting the glass on the table, he just stood there, watching her for a few long minutes. She showed no sign of wanting him to stay. Finally, he gave up and stood, his disappointment obvious.
“Alright, I’ll go. Get some rest, Isabella.”
He put the villa’s key on the table in front of her. “Here. It’s yours.”
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