Chapter 97

Isabella hesitated as she studied her reflection in the mirror. The crimson bikini was daring, but she didn't dislike it. With a deep breath, she fastened the ties.

She still wore the plush white robe when she stepped out. Alexander's intense gaze made her suddenly aware of how little fabric covered her body.

After a brief pause, Isabella lifted her chin and walked forward with deliberate confidence. She placed her towel and phone on the stone ledge before letting the robe slip from her shoulders.

Alexander's sharp inhale was audible.

She knew he'd recognize Eleanor's handiwork. He might assume this was some sort of invitation, but Isabella had no such intentions.

Let him think what he wanted. She refused to let his potential misinterpretation stop her from wearing something she actually liked.

This resolve steadied her hands as she discarded the robe. She deliberately avoided checking for his reaction.

The warm mineral water enveloped her as she settled at a careful distance from him.

Alexander turned his head away. Silence stretched between them.

From her periphery, she could see the defined ridges of his abdomen. Isabella quickly averted her eyes.

Just when she thought they'd spend the entire soak in silence, Alexander pushed a floating tray toward her. "Hungry?"

The resort staff had prepared an assortment of fruits and pastries. "Thanks," she murmured.

He didn't respond.

She plucked a grape but found she had no appetite. After one bite, she nudged the tray back toward him.

The crystal-clear water revealed everything beneath the surface. As the tray drifted back, she couldn't miss his complete lack of physical response.

To an outsider, it might suggest disinterest. But Isabella knew better - his indifference stemmed from genuine lack of attraction.

She could parade in the most scandalous lingerie and it wouldn't affect him. This outcome was exactly as she'd predicted.

With divorce looming, she had no intention of intimacy. That's why she'd worn the bikini without concern - it held no power over him.

Isabella discreetly looked away.

The hot springs worked their magic, the heat seeping into her muscles. Drowsiness crept in, though she fought sleep.

Eventually, the fatigue won. "I'm going in," she announced, rising.

"Alright," came his clipped response.

She wrapped herself in the robe just as Alexander exited the water. Their paths nearly crossed at the elevator where Eleanor waited.

"Finished already?" Eleanor's eyes darted between them.

"Yes," Isabella confirmed.

Eleanor opened her mouth, then noticed Alexander approaching. The space between them told the whole story - another failed matchmaking attempt.

"A friend just arrived in town for medical treatment," Eleanor said with a sigh. "I must go, but you two should enjoy the rest of your stay."

She squeezed Isabella's hand before turning to Alexander. "Be nice to her. Understood?"

"Understood," he replied flatly.