Chapter 499 I Really Miss You
Fiorello turned around and shot Isabella a chilly look as she stood outside the yard.
He was pretty annoyed by her showing up again. This wasn't the first time in the past few months that she'd popped up out of nowhere.
He'd divorced Maggie, and Isabella getting all up in his space—anyone could see what she was after.
Fiorello stood on his porch, not even thinking about opening the gate.
Isabella smiled and said, "Mr. Flores, I was just visiting a friend and saw you come back. Are you just getting off work?"
Fiorello couldn't care less why she was there and replied coolly, "Ms. Adams, you should really know your limits."
With that, he opened the door and went inside without another word. His attitude towards her was ice-cold.
Isabella stood there, her face pale. She felt super embarrassed, but at least no one else was around.
She'd tried all sorts of ways to "accidentally" run into Fiorello, but he was hard to track down. Even when she did find him, she couldn't get a word in.
This time, she'd gone a bit nuts and decided to wait at his doorstep.
Fiorello's short sentence was like a knife, cutting through her facade and leaving her exposed.
Fiorello had known her intentions all along.
Her crush on him was over before it even started.
Isabella was deeply hurt. Being told to know her limits stung more than a slap in the face.
Fiorello's gentleness was only for Maggie. After the divorce, he was like a cold blade; anyone who got close would get hurt, making people afraid to approach, never seeing his softer side again.
Isabella went home feeling down, only to be met with Olivia's nagging. "Did you see Fiorello? Can you do it or not? It's been months, and you still haven't won him over? How can you be so dumb?"
Isabella wasn't in the mood to deal with Olivia and went straight to her room. Olivia chased after her, yelling, "What are you hiding in your room for? Did you fail again? You're so useless. Maggie got him easily, why can't you?"
As soon as she finished, the sound of things being smashed came from inside the room, scaring Olivia into silence.
Frank walked over and said, "You should really stop. No mother encourages her daughter to chase her cousin's ex-husband. If the relatives find out, won't they laugh at us?"
Olivia glared at him. "Laugh at what? Lots of people want to get into the Flores family. That's just jealousy. We only have one daughter. Don't you want her to marry well?"
Frank felt he couldn't talk to Olivia and said impatiently, "Do whatever you want. I'm going to sleep."
Frank didn't care, and Olivia felt wronged by Isabella, making her mood worse.
Inside the room, Isabella was even more upset and started crying. She looked at the handkerchief Fiorello had given her. She'd always thought he had some feelings for her, but she didn't expect such disgust.
She was very depressed because the person she liked despised her.
Isabella angrily picked up scissors and cut the handkerchief into pieces. After venting, she regretted it and picked up the pieces, sewing them back together stitch by stitch, obsessively stroking the embroidered "Fiore" on the handkerchief, whispering, "Fiorello, why can't you love me? Why can't you look at me?"
Falling in love was never a one-sided affair; it always took two, and finding someone who felt the same and could be together was exceedingly rare in this world.
The night was deep. After a busy day, Maggie washed up and lay down on the bed. Adalia was already asleep.
No matter how tough life was, as long as she could be with her daughter, Maggie felt it was worth it.
Maggie couldn't sleep. She took out her phone, opened her WhatsApp contacts, clicked on the chat with Fiorello, hesitated for a long time, and then edited a message and sent it.
Maggie: [I miss you. I really want to hug you, lie in your arms, smell your scent, and tell you, I really miss you.]
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