Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 65 A Chat



Chapter 65 A Chat

Chapter 65 A Chat

Isabella's first reaction upon seeing Jacob was to shrink her neck. Despite her boldness at the drinking

table earlier, it was only because Avery was by her side and she was emboldened by the wine.

After all, she had seen Jacob's love for Avery, which was often accompanied by cruelty toward

outsiders.

She still remembered when she brought Avery to a bar two years ago. Jacob personally came to pick

up Avery and gave her a cold look when Avery wasn't paying attention. He said coldly, "No next time."

After he left, Isabella was soaked in cold sweat and had nightmares about Jacob's gaze for several

days.

He closed the lighter and looked at her indifferently, that feeling of being controlled hit her again.

Isabella swallowed, her voice becoming much softer. "Uh, Mr. Hill, I'm looking for Avy. I won't disturb

you."

Jacob casually flicked the cigarette ash and glanced at her obliquely. "Want to chat?"

Isabella didn't believe Jacob would catch up with her. Her entire body was filled with resistance. "My

mother said good girls need to go home before it gets dark. Let's do it next time, definitely."

Isabella planned to leave, but she bumped into another wall, who happened to be John, whom she

used to call Jacob's thug in private.

"Miss Thompson, please come this way."

Isabella was speechless and was led to a nearby café a few minutes later.

Even though she was sitting down, her legs never stopped shaking, making the coffee on the table

vibrate along with it.

Jacob intended to pick up the coffee, but the latte art on top was deformed from her shaking, so he

froze his hand in the air.

There was a hint of awkwardness in the atmosphere. Isabella put on a polite smile mixed with

embarrassment and handed him the coffee cup like a bootlicker. "Mr. Hill, please." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After doing that, she secretly cursed herself for having professional habits again.

After she handed him the coffee, the atmosphere became even more awkward. Jacob put the coffee

aside and spoke directly. "I want to know about Avery and Nicholas."

Isabella didn't know that Jacob was sick, but she knew he had a strong possessive desire.

As Avery's ex-husband, he was still investigating her current situation, which was obviously because he

hadn't let go of her. Isabella immediately replied, "Nic should have feelings for Avy, but Avy has no

interest in him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent so much effort trying to match them."

Jacob's gaze toward her became colder because of the word "match." Isabella looked like a minion

meeting her boss and looked up at him in a cautious manner.

"Um... Mr. Hill, you wouldn't happen to still... like Avy, right?"

This question touched on his forbidden area, and he didn't answer. His index finger lightly tapped on

the table instead. "How far have they developed?"

"No, nothing has happened. I swear. Avy was emotionally low after the divorce and didn't leave the

house for several days. I had to persuade her to come out today to distract herself. As for why Nic

appeared, it should be arranged by our class leader. It has nothing to do with Avy."

Jacob didn't say anything. His eyes were as deep as black holes, making Isabella feel scared and

unable to figure out his thoughts.

She didn't know how Avery got along with him. This person completely didn't show his emotions.

There was no way to see through him.

"If you don't believe me, I can swear that if Avy and Nic have anything to do with each other, then let

me go outside and get hit by a car."

Jacob lifted his eyelids slightly, but he made no further action. Isabella gritted her teeth and added, "If I

lie, I'll be single for life."

This vow was strong enough, right? But Jacob added another sentence, "For the rest of your life, you'll

be penniless."

Jacob poked the soft spot, and Isabella forced the words out of her gritted teeth. "Okay. I will be

penniless."


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