Bringing the Nation's Husband Home II

XLIX | Pearly Tears

Every man has a dream and that is to be successful in the business world, and James was no exception. Ever since he was young, he knew that marrying was the best deal in the world.

A business marriage would bring benefit to both parties, so only a fool would miss out on it.

But now that Isabelle had asked him the question, he paused, not understanding his own hesitation. Deep inside, he felt guilty though, since Helen's face floated into his mind. After about five seconds, he shook his head, chasing her face out of his mind.

"Of course, I'll definitely find a girl with a suitable background to marry."

James's words were resolute, as if they were trying to convince him as well.

Just then, his phone rang—it was from his driver. James stood up and looked at Isabelle. "Let's go, the driver is here."

Isabelle grabbed her bag, following behind James out of the area.

Not far from the bench they had sat, in a spot they didn't notice, stood Sophia. Her face was pale, her expression dazed.

She stood stationary for a long while before her senses returned.

The originally crowded park quietened as all the children left for home. When there was barely anyone left, she moved her stiff body, walking towards the bench that they had sat on, the conversation between Isabelle and James floating in her mind.

The James with the bandaged face was actually Alexander, which meant that before James's face recovered, Isabelle had been the wife of Alexander and not James.

It was no wonder Isabelle had a photo of herself and Alexander sleeping together.

Just a moment ago, Isabelle had been discussing her divorce with James... This meant that James never liked Isabelle and she never liked him....

When Sophia was young, in order to escape the marriage with James, she had misled Mrs. Williams into thinking that James liked Isabelle, causing her to choose Isabelle as the marriage candidate. She had been guilty for many years until she saw them happily married...

She thought that Izzy had been confused and so had even given Alexander the voice recorder, even disrupting him several times to leave Isabelle alone.

But she had been wrong all along.

But why didn't Izzy tell her such a big secret?

And if she hadn't harmed Izzy all those years ago, would she have been the one to act as Alexander's wife?

In the end, she had been the one who gave away the opportunity to be with Alexander...

~*~

Alexander's assistant waited outside his office for a long while, but his superior remained inside, so he glanced at the time and knocked on the door. The room remained silent, and after a moment of hesitation, he pushed the door open.

Alexander sat on his chair with a cup of coffee in his hands, seemingly in deep thought. He didn't seem to have noticed his assistant enter the room at all.

The assistant stood for a while before calling out, "Mr. Smith."

After about five seconds, Alexander turned his head slowly. "What's wrong?"

"It's almost ten, are you going to leave?"

Alexander sipped the coffee out of habit, realizing that it had long gone cold. Placing the cup down, he wiped his face with a palm, replying, "Okay."

He stood up to grab his jacket before leaving the office.

His assistant glanced at the computer that was still switched on and the wallet next to it. He reminded, "Mr. Smith, your computer is still on."