Chapter 93

The neighborhood might be older, but it had undeniable charm. Given the astronomical property prices downtown, this place was easily worth two to three billion dors.

Isabella Sinclair didn’t have that kind of money right now.

Alexander Whitmore had just gotten home, loosening his tie. He seemed amused by her question, raising an eyebrow. "Planning to pay me for the villa?"

"Yeah, I—"

"Save it." He tossed his tie onto the dresser. "I can afford to give you that."

Then he set his watch down and walked into the bathroom without another word.

Isabella stared after him, momentarily stunned. She had always been careful not to impose on him since their marriage. That was why she never asked him for anything.

Now that she thought about it, this villa was the only thing Alexander had ever given her willingly in all these years. Maybe it was a parting gift—something to mark the end of their marriage.

With that thought, she tucked the deed into her drawer.

The next three days passed in a blur of work. On the fourth day, she finally had a break.

Both she and Alexander had been swamped lately, leaving little time for Sophia. At noon, the little girl called, asking if Isabella could pick her up from school. It had been ages since she’d done that.

With most of her work wrapped up, Isabella left early and drove to Sophia’s school in the afternoon. Sophia begged for a home-cooked meal, so the moment they got back, Isabella changed and headed straight to the kitchen.

Eleanor Whitmore was thrilled to see Isabella home early. When she noticed her cooking, she immediately called Alexander. "Come home for dinner."

"I’m working, Grandma."

Eleanor’s face darkened at first, then brightened with an idea. She hung up and turned to Isabella. "Take dinner to his office, dear."

Isabella hesitated. "If he’s busy, we shouldn’t disturb him."

"Busy or not, he still needs to eat. Right?"

"Grandma—"

Before she could argue, Eleanor clapped her hands. "It’s settled!"

With that, she ordered Margaret and the staff to prepare extra dishes. Her enthusiasm left Isabella no room to protest.

But there was one problem—Isabella had no idea which office Alexander was at today. How was she supposed to deliver dinner?

For all she knew, he might have other plans after work. She’d just be wasting her time.

Seizing a moment when Eleanor was distracted, Isabella slipped upstairs and called Alexander. He didn’t answer right away.

When he finally picked up, his voice was clipped. "What is it?"

"Grandma wants me to bring you dinner tonight."

Before he could respond, she added, "If you already have plans, I’ll tell her."

She was certain he wouldn’t want her showing up at his office. This call was just so they could both avoid an awkward situation.

"I do. Just tell her—"

Then, another voice cut in. "I brought dinner, Alexander."

Isabella froze.

"Okay," Alexander replied to the woman—Victoria Kensington.

Then, back to the phone, he said, "Tell Grandma I already have dinner plans."

Isabella wasn’t surprised. "Loud and clear. I’ll let her know."

"Good." He ended the call.