Chapter 372

"Isabella, we've known each other for years. If you keep treating me like a stranger, I'm gonna get mad."

Emilio tried to sound serious, but he couldn't help himself and put some of her favorite food into her bowl.

"I do all this willingly. You better stop being so polite to me."

"Alright."

Isabella gave him a slight smile.

Emilio was momentarily stunned, a gentle smile forming on his lips.

This time, he was determined not to let her go.

Ever since she mentioned divorcing Michael, he had made up his mind.

But when he was about to confess his feelings, she found out she was pregnant with Michael's child.

During that time, he did hesitate and consider backing off.

It wasn't that he couldn't accept the child. As long as he could be with her, he didn't care.

But his parents would never accept a divorced daughter-in-law with a child, especially one from the Brown family.

Even though the Blair family had settled abroad and their business was mostly overseas, they had numerous collaborations back home in recent years. There were always considerations to be made.

However, what happened next was beyond his expectations.

Daniel suddenly passed away, and Isabella lost the baby.

Such a double blow must have been extremely painful for Isabella.

But from his perspective, he had a bit of selfishness.

He thought maybe fate was helping him.

With the baby gone, the last tie between Isabella and Michael was severed. Once they divorced, Emilio would pursue her again.

A few years later, he and Isabella would have their own children.

By then, his parents would surely accept Isabella as their daughter-in-law.

But for now, she was still recovering. He couldn't rush things. If he confessed too soon, she would definitely refuse given her current state.

So, he didn't expect Isabella to accept him quickly. He just wanted to stay by her side and take things slowly.

Over time, Isabella would realize who was truly right for her.

"Isabella, have you been bored staying at home these days?"

Isabella thought about how Cinda and Renee were practically watching her 24/7 and couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't even ask. Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm a patient now."

Since she left the hospital, Cinda had been particularly attentive to her diet and daily routine, often making nutritious soups for her.

Renee, feeling guilty about the poisoned child incident, had taken all the blame on herself and practically teamed up with Cinda to look after Isabella.

Hearing the helplessness in Isabella's voice, Emilio chuckled, "If you're really that bored, do you want me to find something for you to do?"

Isabella smiled, "No need. Even though I don't go out, I still have plenty to do."

"You know I studied piano for a while, right? I also learned composition from my teacher. My friend is about to release a new album, so I've been helping her write a few songs. I've been busy with that lately."

Emilio's eyes lit up, "Composition? I didn't know you were into that. I must not have been paying enough attention to you."

Isabella didn't think it was a big deal, "I just learned a bit. I'm not as good as the professionals. I'm just helping out."

"Don't you remember? I played a piece at school once. That's when I learned."

The school she and Emilio attended was a prestigious one her grandfather had found for her after bringing her back.

It was then that her grandfather discovered her natural love for the piano and hired a renowned teacher for her.

Emilio earnestly praised her, "I know you can play the piano, but playing and composing are two different things. Composing is much harder."

"Not everyone has the talent for music composition."

"Isabella, what else don't I know about you?"

He genuinely thought Isabella was amazing.

Every time he discovered something new about her, he was amazed.

She was like a treasure, waiting for someone to uncover her beauty bit by bit.

Isabella was almost embarrassed by his compliments, but she never liked to boast about these things, so it was normal for Emilio not to know.

"I know a lot of things. You'll see when I return to the company."

Isabella teased him with a little mystery.

Even though she and Emilio were friends, she didn't want to reveal all her personal matters.

"Return to the company?"

Emilio caught the key point, "Isabella, are you planning to go back to the company?"

In his eyes, Isabella had always been an independent and rational modern woman. If it weren't for her disastrous marriage with Michael, she would have been a rising star in the business world.

Unfortunately, back then, her eyes were only on Michael, wasting three years of her time.

If she was willing to return to the company, they could work together and lead the Wilson Group to greater heights.

He couldn't wait for that day to come.

Meanwhile, in another private room.

Michael had returned to the table. The contract was signed, but his mood was soured by Isabella and Emilio's closeness.

All he could think about was what Isabella was doing at that moment.

Would she really accept Emilio's confession and choose to be with him?

And if that happened, what could he do?

Wasn't their ending already decided?

Her grandfather was gone, and the baby was lost.

Isabella had already lost her feelings for him. Now, she was free from all the chains that bound her, seeking her own happiness.

The only one left to regret was him.

After the gathering ended, Michael had his female assistant take a cab home while he drove back alone to the marital home he shared with Isabella, Elysian Heights Estate.

Late at night, he parked the car outside the estate, opened the door, and turned on the lights, looking at the familiar yet strange surroundings.

He realized he hadn't been there in a long time.

He changed his shoes, walked to the living room, and sat on the couch, closing his eyes to clear his mind.

But the more he tried, the more his mind was filled with images of Isabella.

Back when her grandfather was still undergoing treatment, Isabella was trying to conceive his child, and they spent almost every night there.

Every corner of the place held memories of Isabella.

Her standing in the study in a sexy nightgown, teasing him.

Her focused figure cooking for him in the kitchen.

And her pouting face when she was angry, her red eyes when she was jealous, looking cute and unwilling to admit it.

Every image made his heart ache. He should have admitted it sooner; falling for her was never difficult.

He was too arrogant, thinking she would never leave him.

But reality had slapped him hard.

Now, he truly regretted it.