Chapter 1011 Indifference
Seeing Isabella's gloomy face, Leon reached out and grabbed her wrist, flashing a smile. "Hey, it's Valentine's Day. I ditched all my plans just to be here with you. Can I at least get a smile?"
Isabella scoffed. "Oh, you’re good at juggling your time. Spend the day before Valentine's with your side chick and the actual day with your wife. Leon, I didn't think you could be this two-faced."
Noticing her puffy eyes, Leon felt a pang of guilt. He gently held her shoulders and said, "Isabella, you've got it all wrong."
"Wrong? Wrong about what? Who you’re spending your time with?" Isabella's voice turned sharp.
She seemed to catch something in his words, her eyes boring into him.
"I already returned the shirt and tie to Bronte and told her to cut the crap," Leon quickly explained.
Isabella cut him off, not buying it. "So, you've already talked to Bronte, huh? Got your stories straight? Leon, don't treat me like an idiot. I'm over thirty; I can see through this."
To Isabella, Leon's excuse was weak. She felt insulted.
Leon felt her gaze like daggers, making him squirm.
He tried again, "Isabella, calm down and let me explain, okay?"
"Fine, go ahead," Isabella replied coldly.
Leon rushed to explain, "Yesterday, one of the employees, under Bronte's orders, spilled coffee on my shirt and tie. She felt bad and offered to get me a new one. It was all Bronte's setup to mess with us. Can you believe me?"
Isabella frowned.
She wanted to believe him, to think it was just a misunderstanding.
But she wasn't naive. Fooling herself was the worst.
Isabella sneered. "Leon, even if your story sounds perfect, do you think I can't see through it? Blaming a low-level employee? I thought you were someone who could own up to your actions. If you did it, just admit it. What I hate most is someone who can't take responsibility. Don't make me lose all respect for you."
Leon’s face darkened, showing his hurt.
"Got nothing to say now?" Isabella lifted her chin, glaring at him.
Leon hesitated, then said, "So you don't trust me at all. Our relationship isn't as strong as I thought. A little scheme can make us fall apart like this?"
Isabella felt a pang of guilt hearing his words. "Aren't you just fooling yourself? You clearly did something wrong, and now you're blaming me for not trusting you. I guess there's nothing left to say."
Isabella turned away, not wanting to argue with Leon anymore. Talking to him now just made her feel suffocated.
Leon sighed, "I thought we could clear things up and have a nice Valentine's Day. It's our first one since we got married. Guess I overestimated our trust."
"Do you think I'm one of those rich wives who ignore their husbands' affairs and act like everything's fine in public. I can't do that, Leon. I really can't. If you want me to be that kind of woman, I can't handle it. It would kill me!" Isabella clutched her chest, feeling a sharp pain.
Leon frowned deeply and after a long pause, said, "Looks like we both need to cool off."
"Yeah, perfect time for you and Bronte to get closer!" Isabella snapped, already furious.
Leon knew she was angry, so he didn't argue. Instead, he brought in a gift box from the door and handed it to her, saying, "This is your Valentine's Day gift."
Isabella turned her face away, not even glancing at the box. "Did you buy two of these?"
Leon’s brows furrowed, and his expression darkened. His voice rose. "I'm not that shallow. You mean the world to me!"
He placed the box on the bed.
Leon’s face was stern. He glanced at Milo, who was still waving his little arms on the bed, and his voice softened. "I've got a lot to handle at the office. I'm leaving."
He turned and walked out the door.
Isabella looked up, but he was already gone.
She stared blankly at the empty doorway for a long time before snapping back to reality.
She thought Leon was someone who could take responsibility, but now he was denying everything with Bronte. Realizing she might have misunderstood him, Isabella felt her head hurt and dizzy.
Her eyes drifted to Milo, still waving his little arms on the bed. She reached out, touched his tiny hand, kissed it, and her tears fell on his soft skin.
After a long time, Isabella finally opened the box Leon had left behind.
Unwrapping the layers of fancy packaging, she pulled out a brand-new designer handbag.
The handbag was exquisite. Normally, she would be thrilled. Despite its price, it was the thought that counted.
But right now, the bag felt like a cruel joke.
She couldn't help but think, 'What does he mean? Does he think I'm like those rich wives who just put up with it? Pretending nothing happened, happily accepting this gift, and then kissing him—for appearances, for the high life, for the kid's future?'
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