A Year With The Billionaire

Jayden’s POV

In just a few hours of practically calling Isabella a loose woman for dressing that way around the house when I didn't even know that she went to the pool with a towel, my emotions are all over the place.

I still feel remorseful and I want to do everything possible to make her forget what I said.

It was an insult and I have no idea what came over me to say that. She isn't my real wife so I have no right over her.

it wouldn't be offensive if only we were real. This is just on paper.

She has had me feeling sorry for her for no reason. She accepted this because it was what she needed but I don't know why I feel sorry for her.

She mentioned something about love during the dinner with Alejandro and I am curious to know what she means by that. Does she want to go to Verona to find a man who truly loves her? Can't she wait till after our marriage is up to a year before going?

I remember she also said something about this when I first presented the offer to her and she outright rejected it. Isabella is predictable.

This is why I want to make it up to her. Our marriage is already a week old and I can't promise not to be rude to her.

I will be good to her whenever I can help it so that when my harsh part is on display, she will remember the times when I was nice to her.

it's a local ice cream shop and they don't have the flavor I wanted to get for her. Helena used to fancy ice cream too but she loved bubblegum and strawberry flavor. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on NovelDrama.Org. Visit NovelDrama.Org to read the complete chapters for free. When I asked for both flavors and they didn't have them, I got what they had and came out with it.

itisn't in a bow like I thought it would too. It is carved in a big biscuit cone. I got three. Two for Isabella and one for Jude.

I catch a glimpse of a lady in a black dress standing in front of Isabella and my forehead creases, wondering who it is she knows around here.

Quickly, I cross to the other side but before I can get close, the lady tums as though she is about to leave when she bumps into me, running my suit with one of the ice creams.

“Oh, My God!” Isabella gasps and rushes to me, trying to wipe the stain off my suit. Instead of wiping it off, it keeps spreading and she rushes back to grab something from the car.

I hoist my head up, raising the two cones of ice cream to see Isabella's friend standing before me with a glare.

I can't recall her name.

“Hello, Mr billionaire”, a sly smile descends on her face.

Before I can ask her what she is doing here, Isabella comes back with a handkerchief. She tries to wipe off the stain but I stop her and sling my right hand over her shoulder so we can both face Juliet squarely.

“Babe, I can't recall your friend's name”, I say, looking at her.

She smiles at me and answers. “She is Juliet and she was my friend."

“Oh!” I murmur. “She is no longer your friend?” She shakes her head with a pretty pout on her face.

I grin widely and turn to Juliet. “What were you saying? Why are you here?”

Instead of replying to me, she scoffs at me and folds her arms. “You think you can deceive everyone, right?”

I drop my hand from Isabella and stretch the two cones of ice cream towards her. Her eyes widen. “The two are mine?” “Yes. Jude's own got ruined.”

“You didn't get one for yourself?” She asks with concern.

“I'm fine. You can take both”, I wave it away before facing Juliet again.

She snarls. “Unbelievable!”

“Who is the deceitful one here?”

“What?!” She exclaims loudly. “I am deceitful?”

ignoring her, I take Isabella's hand in mine and it feels warm. “Let's go home, sweetheart.”

She licks the tip of the first cone and flashes me a sweet grin. Jude comes out almost immediately and opens the door for us.

Juliet steps out of the way and Isabella climbs in. I do the same immediately and close the car door.

The car roars to life and we drive off, Juliet still standing with a scowl on her face.

“She is 50 bitter”, Isabella comments, making a face. I smile without saying a word.

I would say this is the best act ever since we got married. We haven't really been able to show the intimacy between us until tonight.

She licks the first ice cream again, holding the other one in her left hand, her right hand busy with the first. Her tongue is extremely red and it makes my gaze shift to her red Lips too.

She moans in delight as she chews on it before swallowing and repeating the process of licking, moaning, and chewing for a while till she is done with the first cone.

She chews the biscuit cone and I can see the satisfaction on her face. Expecting her to begin the same process with the second ice cream, she stares at it for a while, as if to decide on what exactly to do with it.

In a split second, she stretches the ice cream at me. “Take it."

My eyes widen. “What?!”

“Take it", she repeats, shrugging indifferently.

“No’, I protest. “I bought both for you...”

“I know", she interrupts me, pushing it further to my face. I love ice cream too. Well, I had no choice but to love it. Helena loved it. I loved everything she loved. She even makes me eat food that I didn't like as a kid. Eating it with her was fun. Without her, the disgust for such food usually comes back. But when she is around, I eat with pleasure.

I shake my head. “No!”

“Come on. I am giving it to you. Just take it as an assurance that I am no longer mad at you."

A smile creeps to my face and I shake my head further. “I bought this for you, Isabella. If I take it, I will feel bad for not going back to get Jude another one.’

“Oh!” She murmurs and nods vigorously in understanding. Her gaze shifts to my stained suit and rests there for a while. The next thing she does is lean forward close to Jude who is driving.

“Your boss wants you to take this, Jude. But please don't close your eyes when taking it so we won't end up in heaven’, she says to Jude who takes it with laughter.

I laugh too as she rejoins me in the back seat. She takes a hold of the handkerchief laying beside us before leaning forward to clean the stain on my suit.

I thought she had completely forgotten about it. I didn't know she still remembers but I don't really see the need to clean it because we are heading home and I am going to take the suit off. Besides, it's late already and no one will see the stained area.

I want to protest but she continues to clean it more quickly as if hearing my thoughts. I almost laugh and relax well for her to finish up and let go of her hold on my suit.

She stops and I look down to see that she is done cleaning it with the handkerchief. She looks up at the same time and smiles at me.

Her breath fans my face and it seems nice. It is a mixture of her mint breath and the flavor of the ice cream. Her lips are full and lovely. Her brows are full too and her pupils are extremely brown.

Hazel brown.

Her nose is pointed.

She has an oval-shaped face and her face is suddenly flush red. This is when reality dawns on me and I tear my gaze away from her.

She lets go of me and sits back next to me with a long sigh.

We continue the ride in silence. But my mind is in disarray. I am gaping at how I was so lost in studying her face.

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She already said she was no longer angry, why am I still bothered?

why do I think of Helena whenever I see something common between them or between us?

Why do I have to compare Helena and Isabella?

I don't try to stare at her, my gaze is fixed upon the window as I watch the passing houses and shops, the street lights, the roads, and everything possible to look at until we get home.