The sound of Jacob’s voice surprised Isabelle, and she turned around to face him. What was he doing here? Had he followed her? Why? To see whether she would go to wherever it was he thought she had exchanged his ring at?But instead of confronting her, he was looming over the security guard who had been about to throw her out of the shop threateningly. She supposed he felt it was his duty to defend her. His eyes flickered to her, and avoiding his gaze, she walked past him and out of the shop.As Isabelle ignored him and walked out of the shop, Jacob frowned. Of course, she was still mad at him for accusing her of selling his mother’s heirloom. But before he could go after her and apologise, he needed to have a talk with the one who had conned her.Turning to the owner, he said, “You had better return the ring you stole from my wife.”“Like I’ve told your wife, I did not exchange her ring. She gave me her ring for a maintenance service and when I was done, I returned it to her. If she

Jacob found Jason in a bar, surrounded by several beautiful women. Jason was a total ladies man, and he knew how to keep his women happy. That was the reason Jacob had thought about him as the best source of advice on how to placate Isabelle.As Jacob approached his booth, Jason drove the women away, and they left, albeit hesitantly. It appeared that they loved his company as much as he loved theirs. Jacob took that as a sign that he had come to the right guy.“What’s going on?” Jason asked him after he sat down and ordered a drink. “I’m assuming it’s not about work because otherwise, you wouldn’t have met me at a bar.”Yeah, had it been about work, he would have had him hurry his ass back to the office. Other than being his vice president at the company, Jason also happened to be his friend. That was why he was seeking such personal advice from him.“I pissed off my wife,” he revealed, “and no matter what I do, she won’t forgive me. What do you think I should do so she can stop being

The flowers were so many, that by the time the couple finished cleaning them up, it was already midnight.Isabelle made a comment about how they were so much more than she had initially thought, but she didn’t ask how much they had cost again. Which was good, he thought. She would probably have an aneurysm if she knew.Once they were all packed into bags, he made a call to Kevin to bring a couple of his subordinates to come and get them. It would take a few men to carry them all out of the apartment within the shortest time possible.By the time they arrived, Isabelle had gone to the bathroom to take a shower. When she had gotten back from work, she wouldn’t have guessed that she would spend the evening cleaning up flowers. She wondered whether they had been delivered with a lorry or something.After taking a shower, she walked back to the kitchen to find food. It was very late, but she was yet to have dinner, and all the flower-gathering activity had left her feeling famished.She wa

The next morning, Jacob found that the red marks made by the scratches were still visible and prominent on his face. He had thought that they would have gotten better overnight, but all it would take was one look and someone would notice them.Since they were on the side of his face, it wasn’t even possible to hide them with a cap, so he had to go to work that way. It made him even more pissed off at Jason, who was about to have it that morning.Of course, it didn’t help that he had a meeting that morning. The moment he walked into the conference room, everybody noticed the scratches. People threw him curious looks and whispered among themselves, but he pretended he wasn’t aware of the attention and sat down in his seat, ready to kick things off.Everything would have gone his way if Jason, who was sitting to his left, hadn’t leaned in with a concerned frown on his face and asked, “What happened to your face?”The entire conference room went silent as everybody wanted to hear his answ

Isabelle reached for the ring and held it in her fingers, amazed at how beautiful it looked. Beautiful, and expensive. The band was platinum, with a princess cut diamond sitting prettily at the top.It looked like something that Isabelle would have chosen for herself. Simple yet stunning. That was if she could stand the price tag, of course.When she had told Jacob to get her a normal ring, she had assumed he would get a simple wedding band. Definitely not one that looked like it had cost a fortune. What if she lost it?“It’s not a real diamond,” Jacob told her, as if he could read her mind. “But it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”“It is,” she agreed, studying the stone closely. It looked real. But then again, you can’t sell fake diamond rings if you couldn’t make them look real, right? Jacob seemed to have a real knack for finding counterfeit items that could pass as real.Jacob looked on as Isabelle examined the ring, hoping she wouldn’t catch on to his lie. After all, she was a jewellery d