Semua Bab DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL: Bab 31 - Bab 40

ISABELLE’S POVI held my chest and rested my body against the wall. I was breathing so fast I thought I might explode at any moment. I couldn’t believe I was actually able to pull that off. I was officially ignoring Adrian.I wasn’t supposed to feel sad about it, but it made me feel better—like I was finally in control. He had tried talking to me, but I didn’t give him the chance to start a conversation, because I knew I would forget everything he’d done to me and run right back into his arms. I was tired of mixed signals. Until he came clean and had a proper conversation with me about his behavior and started treating me right, I wasn’t giving him any attention. It was hard, but I thought it was working. He was really trying to talk to me.I took a deep breath and strolled down the stairs. It was still early, so Mother would be asleep. Today felt like the beginning of a new chapter. I was trying to live for myself, not for other people. I had registered for a yoga class last night, a

ISABELLE’S POVWe spent two hours presenting an app to Adrian, and he kept glancing at me and throwing different questions at me. I could see that Daniel was smiling at the way Adrian was throwing questions at me. More like he feels I'm incompetent. Maybe I couldn't handle the situation well. But I stood and answered all the questions, presenting what the team had worked on, except for Daniel, who did not do any work, because he is either glaring at me for giving him a role to play or not listening at all. So we had to do his part.“In all of this, why are you not adding ideas or presenting opinions on what you think about the app?!” Adrian stated firmly, I lifted my head to confirm if he had listened to me at all. I spent hours trying to present the project to him, giving him the ideas behind the design, and other team members did the same, too, so what the heck does he mean?!..I followed his gaze and saw he was glaring at Daniel, who was smiling scornfully at me, I guess because he

ADRIAN’S POVIsabelle is disarming me; she is breaking down my defences and my guarded walls that I have created over the last five years. She gave me an option in my office, and I couldn't bring myself to let her go. Helena is dead, so that means I can be with Isabelle. I need to move on. I want to be with her, I fucking want to be clingy with her. I want to hug her all day. My fucking on and off attitude has made the poor girl move farther away from me. That’s why I thought she was seeing another man when she left the office earlier than usual, just to fucking see she was with her friend. I chose Isabelle a million times. I don't want her to be far away from me; I want to forget all about this marriage contract and be with her instead. She sees it as a real thing, and I fucking love her for that.I ran my fingers through her hair, and she shivered slightly again. I love that every touch affects her body. I leaned closer and kissed her head, inhaling her sweet coconut shampoo scent

ISABELLE’S POVI opened my eyes slowly and felt Adrian’s huge body beside me; he was spooning me. His steady breaths were so peaceful to my ears. I pushed my body closer to him, to feel his solid but warm chest. He groaned and held me tighter.“Good morning, my Isabelle.” He muttered slowly, his voice was deep and husky. I smiled to myself, forgetting how to respond to him. It feels so different today. I want to wake up to his arms every day, held by him, sniffing his beautiful cologne.He suddenly sat up and towered over me. His hair was very messy, which made him more handsome, or should I say beautiful. His bluish eyes kept training over my face, and I couldn't help but blush.“So… is today a ‘silent treatment’ day, or do I get the privilege of hearing from you?” His thumb brushed my jaw a little, and I shook my head a little bit, trying to pretend I didn't understand what he meant.“I don’t gi-give you silent treatment.” I said to him, and he tilted his head, “Are you lying to me,

ISABELLE’S POV“Adrian… can I ask you something?” I looked at him. He just nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the road.“Are you… erhm… still in love with… erhm… your late wife?” I asked shakily, fingers fidgeting nervously in my lap.His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Yes.” He said it bluntly, no hesitation.I widened my eyes at his honesty. He never sugarcoated anything—he was always painfully, brutally honest. The words hit me like a slap, sharp and cold, and my chest ached. I turned my face to the window, watching streetlights blur past, lifting my chin as I blinked rapidly to keep tears from falling.“Do… you love me?” I whispered. I didn’t even know why I asked it, but I needed to hear it. He still loved her.I glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at me—he was focused on the road. His jaw clenched and unclenched, the silence stretching between us. I turned back to the window. He didn’t answer. Ouch.“I don’t know if I do, Isabelle,” he finally blurted out. “I like you, okay