After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 942

Two hours later

Isabella walked Harold to the door, her voice tinged with apology. “Harold, I’m really sorry you had to witness that. My mom just worries that my dad’s side of the family will never stop bothering me.”

She let out a tired sigh. “She actually hates them more than I do. I was just a kid back then and don’t remember most of what happened.”

Harold shook his head gently. “Isabella, I’m not judging you. Honestly, it hurts to know you and Cynthia had to go through so much. I just wish I hadn’t been a clueless kid back then. If I’d known what you were dealing with, I would have done something. I would have helped.”

He looked at her with quiet determination. “But this time, I promise, I’ll help you. I won’t let them mess with you again.”

She smiled softly, but her answer was firm. “Thank you, Harold, but it’s okay. I can handle it myself.”

He paused, then reached out, his hands resting gently on her shoulders. His eyes searched hers, earnest and full of hope. “Isabella, just let me have a chance to protect you, okay? Don’t think you owe me anything, because you don’t. I want to do this. I want to be there for you. You’re the woman I care about, and I want to keep you safe.”

He lowered his voice. “I could never even raise my voice at you. So why should anyone else get to hurt you? Even if you don’t accept my help, I’ll still find a way to look out for you.”

Isabella was quiet, her gaze steady on his face.

She could feel how much Harold truly cared for her.

She knew his feelings were genuine. He wasn’t just messing around or chasing after something new. He loved her, plain and simple.

Even back when she was still married to Ethan, every time she ran into Harold, he treated her with such kindness. Even though he was friends with Ethan, he always seemed to take her side.

“Harold,” Isabella murmured, his name soft on her lips as she reached up, tracing her fingers along his cheekbones and jaw.

He wasn’t the most stunning man in Cabinda, not like Ethan, but he was handsome in his own way. What mattered most was that his heart was all hers.

Harold didn’t move away. He let her touch his face, hoping for a kiss. He wanted one too. But he held back. She hadn’t said yes to him yet, so he wouldn’t push.

“Harold, thank you,” Isabella said, her voice barely above a whisper.

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