Chapter Forty-four

‘How in the world am I supposed to be focused on this house tour when all that was running in my mind is that line he said?’

It was impossible to ignore, let alone forget.

‘Allow me to spoil you a little, Isobelle.’

“A little? A little?! How could this little kingdom be categorized as little?” Belle stared at the signed impressionist painting. That art alone looks like it should be in a museum. Wherever she looked, there’s at least one thing that would be considered a treasure. “I didn’t marry him for money, didn’t I? Gosh. What if I’m really one of those gold diggers? Oh, hell.”

“You’re not.”

“What the-!” Belle wanted badly to faint on the spot. But as of the moment, she’d rather have broken bones than break something in this house. “I thought you left!”

“I talked to the head security staff. He’d register your thumb mark and for facial recognition before we leave.”

“Head of security? So, there’s like a… a body?” She nev