Bringing the Nation's Husband Home III

XVII | One Heart, Two Souls

Isabelle was afraid that Alexander was waiting for her, and so she hurriedly said goodbye to the young girl, then rushed over to the entrance. However, just as she walked a few steps forward, she suddenly heard the voice of someone crying.

"Isabelle."

Isabelle was afraid that Alexander was waiting for her, and so she hurriedly said goodbye to the young girl, then rushed over to the entrance. However, just as she walked a few steps forward, she suddenly heard the voice of someone crying.

"Isabelle."

She halted for a moment. Why was Annabelle calling her?

She thought about Alexander, who was still waiting for her outside, and didn't felt like being held back by Annabelle, so she just ignored her and continued to walk away.

"Isabelle!" Annabelle shouted out even louder. After that, Isabelle heard the hurried sound of high heels emerge behind her. Before her hand could pull the door open, Annabelle was one step ahead, stopping in front to block her way.

Because she'd just been crying, her face didn't look so good, the rims of her eyes still red.

Isabelle was a little annoyed by Annabelle's pestering, so her tone of voice was hostile when she said, "Annabelle, just what do you want? Perhaps you don't think that you were embarrassed enough..."

"Isabelle, save your patronizing ways in front of me!" Annabelle briskly interrupted Isabelle's words. She curved her red lips into a mocking smirk, then said in a voice only the two of them could hear, clearly explaining the very reason why she had called her name. "Relax. I didn't call you to argue with you. I called you to tell you that your man, who just stood up for you - Alexander - do you think that he would really be devoted to you alone?"

Isabelle's eyes slightly froze. Her lips moved, wanting to fight back with words, but Annabelle didn't give the slightest chance. She continued to say in a low voice by her ear, "I'll tell you the truth. Last night at twelve at the Four Seasons hotel, I saw Alexander drive a beautiful foreign woman into the hotel. What's more, he entered the hotel room with her and stayed there for a really long time...

"Isabelle, a man and a woman alone in a room together... in the middle of the night... what do you think happened between the two of them in the room? Most importantly, why was your man not spending the night with you, but with that woman?"

Annabelle let out a chuckle. "Isabelle, you can only be this arrogant because you've got Alexander in the palm of your hands, isn't that right? If you didn't have him, then what are you even? Yet, from what I see, you don't even really have any pull on that man!"

With those words, Annabelle swept a glance towards Isabelle's delicate white hands and said, "You just told someone that Alexander was your husband? You both got married? After marriage, he didn't even buy you a wedding ring?"

When Annabelle said this, Isabelle instinctively hid her hands behind her handbag. She tried hard to maintain a calm expression on her face. "Are you done? If you are, then please do move aside."

Annabelle seemed like she hadn't imagined that Isabelle would have that kind of response, as she was stunned for a second there before asking, "You don't believe what I said?"

"Annabelle, don't you find your own question funny?" Isabelle looked like she had just heard a hilarious joke, suddenly laughing out loud. She turned her head around and scanned Annabelle up and down. "From head to toe, what part of you exactly is worth believing?"

When Isabelle finished speaking, she walked right around Annabelle, and pulled open the make up room door.

Her words drained the blood from Annabelle's face. She slowly lifted her chin, turned around, and faced Isabelle, who was eager to leave. She purposefully opened her mouth again to speak in a serious tone, "Oh, that's right. Isabelle, I forgot to tell you just now... The room they booked at the Four Seasons is room 1002, the presidential suite."