Chapter 93 His Shirt
Isabella walked into the restaurant and unexpectedly saw Nina. "Sis?"
Nina, who was serving food, looked at Isabella and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face.
"Isabella, is this your sister?"
"Your sister is a nutritionist?"
The crowd started gossiping, and Nina felt increasingly embarrassed for Isabella. She quickly finished serving the food and left the restaurant.
"Nina." Isabella followed her outside.
As she left, the crowd's gossip grew louder.
"I never expected Isabella's sister to be a nutritionist."
"What nutritionist? She's just a cook."
"These dishes look like regular home-cooked meals. Can you believe Mr. Landon enjoys these?"
Vanessa listened quietly nearby. Only when it was appropriate did she said, "Stop gossiping. Isabella comes from a humble background, and her sister is also in a difficult situation. Mr. Landon and I took them in out of pity."
"I see."
"So, the care Mr. Landon showed to Isabella before was because of Vanessa?"
"Vanessa, you are too kind."
Laura rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "I always thought Isabella exuded a sense of inferiority from her bones."
"Nina." Isabella caught up with Nina and grabbed her hand.
Nina turned to look at her and whispered, "Why are you here? Go back and eat with everyone."
Isabella frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Nina had no choice but to explain her situation as a nutritionist, "Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here. I was supposed to go back after making Zoe's dinner, but Ms. Field said we had guests coming over and asked me to help prepare a few dishes. You should head back; I don't want to embarrass you."
As she spoke, she tried to usher Isabella back.
"Sis!" Isabella held her hand tightly. "What's there to be embarrassed about? You earn your living with your own hands."
Nina was taken aback. "But this is not dignified after all."
"Who says it's not dignified? Your cooking skills are excellent. Maybe you can even study to become a nutritionist, get the certification, and then you'll be a legitimate nutritionist," said Isabella.
Nina was intrigued by Isabella’s idea. "I can cook some home-cooked dishes. I see nutritionists make high-end dishes."
"Who says you have to make high-end dishes to be a nutritionist? A nutritionist, as the name suggests, just needs to make nutritious food that is good for the body. With your skills, I believe you can do it."
Nina was excited. "I'll spend more time studying and researching."
Isabella said, "Good."
Nina then asked Isabella, "You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Yes!" Isabella deliberately put on a stern face. "Of course, I'm mad. You found such a good job, such a big event, and you didn't even tell me."
Nina was stunned, then smiled and hugged Isabella.
When Isabella returned to the restaurant, everyone was already eating.
Most of the dishes on the table were made by the nutritionist, with only a few made by Nina.
Everyone tacitly avoided the dishes Nina made.
After sitting down, Isabella specifically chose to eat the dishes made by Nina, causing the others to exchange glances.
"Here's the soup." Vanessa came in with a large bowl of soup and quickly approached Isabella. "Excuse me, Isabella."
"Sure." Isabella put down her fork and stood up, but accidentally collided with Vanessa.
Before Isabella could react, she felt something heavy hit her leg, and then her clothes were soaked.
The soup had spilled all over her.
Vanessa hurriedly brought a clean towel to wipe her. "Are you okay? It's all my fault. I was careless."
Isabella took the towel. "It's okay."
Although Vanessa claimed it was unintentional, Isabella felt otherwise.
There was plenty of space nearby, but Vanessa chose to stand next to her.
Vanessa intentionally asked Nina to stay to cook. And it seemed like she wanted to embarrass Isabella.
"Fortunately, the soup had cooled down a bit; it's not too hot," Vanessa said, though it was unclear whether she was trying to reassure herself or Isabella.
Seeing Isabella's soaked clothes, Vanessa said, "Your clothes are all dirty. Let me take you upstairs to clean up."
With such a large bowl of soup spilled on her, it was indeed a mess, greasy and emitting a strong smell of food. It was necessary to clean up.
So Isabella got up and followed Vanessa upstairs.
"You can clean up here, and I'll bring you a change of clothes," Vanessa said.
Isabella wanted to decline, but Vanessa had already left.
Two minutes later, Vanessa brought a set of clean clothes. "I've put them in the closet for you. Take off your clothes, have a quick shower, and change into these. I'll put your dirty clothes in the wash and have them dried for you. It won't take long."
Looking at herself in the mirror, Isabella realized she couldn't go out like this. So she nodded in agreement.
After handing over the dirty clothes to Vanessa, she closed the bathroom door and quickly rinsed herself off.
When she put on the clothes Vanessa brought, Isabella realized something was wrong.
There was only a shirt, and it was too big!
Isabella checked the size and found it was a men's size.
Perhaps Vanessa had made a mistake in her haste and grabbed the wrong clothes.
So, this shirt should belong to Seb.
Isabella held the shirt, unsure of what to do for a moment.
There was a commotion outside the door, followed by a knock. Seb's voice came through the door. "Who's in there?"
Isabella was at a loss. She was too scared to make a sound.
"Vanessa?" Seb asked.
Isabella still didn't dare to speak. ‘How can I explain being here and taking a bath in his bathroom?’
Luckily, Seb outside the door didn't linger and left when he heard no response.
As she heard the door close, she thought he must have left.
Isabella couldn't hesitate any longer, so she put on the oversized men's white shirt and opened the bathroom door. Just as she poked her head out, a figure walked out beside her.
Seb saw her and squinted slightly. "Isabella?"
Isabella froze, wanting to retract her head back into the bathroom. But before she could move, Seb reached out and held the door frame.
Seb stood in front of Isabella, looking down at her from a higher vantage point. At this moment, Isabella was slightly bent over because the collar was too large. From Seb's angle, he could see a pair of well-defined breasts.
Perhaps due to his already elevated temperature, seeing this scene made Seb feel all the blood rushing to his head. He felt his nose heat up, and soon blood started to flow.
"Mr. Landon," Isabella exclaimed.
But the next moment, Seb grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the bathroom completely.
