The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)

Chapter 66 Sixty Six

“What?” Jason asked, stunned by Isabelle’s question. What on earth did she mean? “What are you

talking about?”

When he had gotten Isabelle’s message asking to see him, he had thought she had a concern to share

about work. After all, since she joined the company, trouble seemed to always be following her. This

was the first time she had asked to see him, though, and he was afraid something else had happened.

He never would have expected her to ask him whether he had a crush on her. What had he done to

give her that idea?

Her smooth brow creased as she fidgeted with her hands on her lap. “I mean…I thought…you’ve been

helping me a lot since I started here, and–”

“You are wrong,” he cut her off. “I do not have any kind of personal interest in you. Like I said, I’m only

doing my job here. Please leave my office.”

Her eyes widened. “Sir, I–”

“Did you have anything else to say?”

“No.”

“That’ll be all, then. I have a meeting to get to, so please leave.”

She nodded, still looking spooked, and walked to the door.

He waited until she was gone before he got to his feet and paced, cussing. What on earth was that?

What if Jacob found out about this and misunderstood? Or, what if she talked to him at home and

mentioned that she thought Jason had a crush on her? Jacob would think he was pursuing his wife,

and he doubted he would be lucky enough to get away with his life.

No. Before Isabelle went to Jacob with that insane thought of hers, Jason had to take action. He rushed

out of his office and headed towards Jacob’s office, which was on the same floor.

What if Isabelle had ran into Jacob while she was here? He knew that she did not know her husband

was her ultimate boss. God, Jacob would have skinned him alive. He should have thought about that

before accepting to see her in his office.

When he got into his boss’s office, Jacob was sitting behind his desk, working on his computer. Jacob’s

office was massive, expensively furnished, and had the best view on the executive floor.

Jason wandered over to the glass wall and looked down at the city–not because he suddenly had a

desire to enjoy the view, but because he felt it was important to stay as far away from Jacob while he

stated his reason for being there. There was no telling what the man’s reaction would be like.

“Jason? Do we have a meeting I wasn’t informed about?” Jacob asked, looking down at his wristwatch

with a frown, and then at his vice president across the room. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“No,” Jason said, and then added, “sir.” It was in his best interest to be as polite as possible.

Jacob gave him a curious stare. “What is it?”

Jason cleared his throat. “Isabelle was just in my office.”

“What?” Jacob demanded, his eyes shifting to the door. “She was on this floor?”

“For just a minute,” Jason hurried to reply, hoping Jacob wouldn’t concentrate on the fact that he hadn’t

warned him. “It was impromptu.”

“Why was she in your office? Is something wrong? You handled the Green Leaf thing, right?”

“Yes, like I told you, her draft has already been reassigned to the project, and I had the culprits dealt

with accordingly.”

“What’s wrong, then?”

Jason shifted on his feet. “Nothing, really.”

“Get your ass over here,” Jacob demanded, growing impatient. “And stop wasting my time. What is

going on?”

Jason walked towards his desk and hesitantly took a seat on the chair opposite his boss. “She came to

ask whether I like her.”

Jacob’s eyes crinkled in confusion. “What?”

“She asked–”

“I heard you the first time,” Jacob said angrily. “Why would she ask you that? What did you do to her?

Have you been pursuing my wife?”

Jason's eyes widened, and he lifted his hands in placation. “No, of course not! I’m not suicidal! I have

done nothing to her besides what you asked. I’ve never even called her to my office before. And she is

the one who asked to talk to me, by the way. All I did was follow your instructions. I haven’t done

anything else, I swear.”

Jacob fisted his hand on the desk and leaned forward threateningly. “Then why would she think you

have an interest in her?”

“Because I’ve helped her so many times, it’s only natural that she would think I have a crush on her.

Think about it. You always give me personal details about her problems that no one else would know.

That’s why I’m always able to help her even without her reporting to me. Naturally, she started

wondering why I always seem to help her out in such instances. That’s why she thinks I have a

personal interest in her. She probably thinks I’m a stalker or worse.”

Jacob pursed his lips as he thought about it. Jason was right. He could see how Isabelle could get

suspicious about Jason’s intentions. From the time she had applied for a job at the Larson Group, he

had been using his vice president to smoothen out things for her.

But since he never revealed his identity, she always thought someone else was helping her. First, that

senior of hers from college, and now, Jason.

Unknown to her, Jacob was her secret saviour. He always jumped at the chance to help her every time

she encountered a problem, but he never got any gratitude from her in return. And it was all his fault.

What if she became interested in another man, thinking he was the one taking care of her? After all,

she didn’t consider Jacob her real husband.

What would keep her heart from being swayed by some man she thought was looking out for her?

What if he took advantage of her?

She had innocently asked her college senior to dinner, thinking he had helped her with the interview,

unaware that the man was interested in taking her to bed. If Jacob didn’t stop this, he felt it might spiral

out of control.

“You are right,” he finally told Jason, who released a heavy sigh. “I see why she would think that.”

“Why don’t you just reveal your identity to her?” Jason suggested. “Won’t that make things easier for

you?”

“I can’t,” Jacob replied, “and don’t you dare think of revealing my identity. That’s none of your

business.”

Jason nodded. “Trust me, I wouldn’t make that mistake.”

“What did you tell her?” Jacob asked him.

“I made it clear that I’m not interested in her, and told her that I was just doing my job.”

Jacob nodded, and then got to his feet. He walked over to the window and glowered at the city outside.

He wanted to be the one receiving Isabelle’s gratitude. Not some random guys in his company.

But he also couldn’t reveal his identity. And he wasn’t about to stop looking out for her. He had to find a

solution.