All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isolde hesitated for only a second. Thoughts of Jane and divorce crowded her mind, yet what she said sounded remarkably considerate. "I wanted to ask what you'd like for breakfast tomorrow morning. I'll make it for you."Bruce had not brought up the divorce, so she had no intention of rushing the topic. If possible, she would delay it for as long as she could.Bruce looked at her, his expression unreadable. "I don't like sandwiches."The comment rendered Isolde speechless.'Fine.' She would make two different breakfasts the next morning. As long as he did not mention divorce, a little extra work meant nothing. She could manage that.After she washed up, Isolde stepped out of the bathroom and looked up. Bruce lay comfortably on her soft, pink bed, tablet in hand, reviewing reports.His tall build and cold aura clashed sharply with the small pink bed. The contrast looked almost absurd, yet he appeared completely unaware of it.Isolde took a deep breath and silently repeated her ma

Tom had witnessed Isolde and Alan's relationship firsthand in Southbridge, and his brows furrowed at once. "Ms. Vancrest, even though Soul Speak could really help us, we can manage on our own if we push harder. If you don't want to accept his favor, we don't have to…""Why not?" Isolde remained calm and composed. "The free authorization file is already here. It would be a waste not to use it. Besides, Soul Speak was my research project to begin with. It's only returning to its rightful owner."She rose to her feet, clapped her hands, and announced to the team, "Everyone, import the Soul Speak data as quickly as possible. If everything goes smoothly, we'll get off early today."Cheers erupted throughout the lab.…After work, Isolde stepped out of the car and noticed a tall figure standing outside her apartment building.'What a coincidence. Has Bruce already come home?'She quickened her pace without thinking and walked toward him. A lightness crept into her voice before she not

After speaking, Bruce stepped forward and got into the same car as Isolde.The door shut, and the car pulled away.Inside, Tom glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Alan collapsed in the snow. Worry creased his face. "Ms. Vancrest, it's freezing out there. He really could freeze to death. Don't you care at all?""It's work hours. There are plenty of people passing by. Someone will notice him and call for help." Isolde's voice remained calm, without a trace of emotion.She had no intention of watching Alan freeze to death. A life was still a life. At the same time, she refused to waste another moment on him.Tom sighed, admiration evident in his tone. "Ms. Vancrest, once you cut off all attachment, your thinking becomes incredibly clear. That's truly impressive."'Cut off all attachment?' Bruce's gaze lingered on Isolde's face.At that moment, a video call from Isolde's parents came through."Isolde, it's snowing so heavily in Preta. Are your clothes warm enough? Are you freezi

Sandra stood beside the bed. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and exhaustion weighed on her expression, yet she forced herself to remain upright.She held a cup of water and looked at Alan with deep concern. "Alan, you're awake? You were frozen and almost went into shock. You scared me to death. How do you feel now? Does anything still hurt?"Alan's emotions surged and collapsed in an instant. A heavy wave of disappointment washed over him, souring his mood. "Why is it you? I told you to stay away from me. If Isolde sees this, she'll be upset.""You nearly froze to death, and she didn't even care. And you're still worried about her feelings?" Sandra's voice broke. Tears spilled down her face in heavy drops. "Alan, wake up. Isolde doesn't love you anymore."It felt as if Sandra had torn open an old wound. The pain ripped through him and shattered what little restraint he had left.He grabbed the cup of water and hurled it against the wall. "Shut up!"The cup exploded into fragments

Martin strode to Isolde's side, his brows drawn tight, his voice low but steady. "Isolde, I don't believe you're the kind of person the news is describing. What's going on?"Isolde stared at the defamatory, twisted reports, a cold sharpness flashing through her eyes.The news had not broken earlier or later. It had erupted tonight, precisely during her welcome event.The mastermind behind it, and the motive, were obvious.She drew a deep breath, forcing down the anger boiling in her chest, and replied with composure, "Thank you for trusting me. The truth is nothing like what they're saying. That child of the so-called pitiful sister-in-law of mine isn't a posthumous baby at all. It's Alan's."A flicker of realization, followed by stern resolve, crossed Martin's eyes. "So that's how it is. I'll have someone investigate immediately and arrange a press conference as soon as possible to clear your name. No one gets to slander or frame someone from Nightfall at will."He then turned t