"What do I have to be afraid of? Also, you've dirtied my limited edition handbag. I wonder if your advertising fee can cover the damages. Expect to receive a letter from my lawyer soon."
Eva's face turned pale in an instant.
Isabella didn't sympathize at all, shaking her head and saying, "My husband's taste is getting worse and worse. I remember the last celebrity was very beautiful, but this time, it looks like I need to use some eye wash."
Isabella grabbed her handbag and got up to leave. She was really going home to cook for Alvey, otherwise, he would give her a hard time again.
What she didn't notice was that everything in the coffee shop was being closely watched by someone.
Alvey's pen broke on the desk.
His secretary, afraid of his anger, took a step back. He held a tablet in his hands, the screen frozen on Isabella calmly walking out of the coffee shop.
Isabella was being provoked by a love rival, and as a wife, she didn't show any jealousy at all. No wonder Alvey was angry.
Alvey stood up from his big chair, his gray eyes showing no emotion.
"Call Cassie and tell her to come."
"Yes," the assistant replied respectfully, feeling very troubled inside.
Isabella carried two large bags filled with Alvey's favorite food.
It had been a year since they got married, and this was the first time Alvey had informed her that he wanted to come home for dinner.
She was very happy.
Isabella hurried home, and as soon as she opened the door, she noticed a pair of red high heels on the floor, clearly not hers.
Did Alvey bring a woman home?
Isabella felt helpless. She should have expected this, it was a trick that man often used.
Isabella walked towards the bedroom, and the sound of a woman's joyous laughter came from inside.
Her hands involuntarily clenched into fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms.
"Alvey, yes! Yes!"
The door was slightly ajar, whether intentionally or not.
Isabella pushed the door open, and a woman's bra happened to fall on her slippers.
In bed, there were two entwined figures, the woman completely naked, with her arm hanging around Alvey's neck.
Isabella's expression had returned to its usual calm, as if she didn't care at all about what was going to happen next with the two people in the bed.
"You brought a guest home, huh? You should have told me in advance so I could buy more food to entertain her," she said.
"Oh my god!" The woman on the bed heard the voice and, scared, buried her face in Alvey's chest, angrily complaining, "Alvey, who is she?"
Alvey looked at the woman standing at the door.
Isabella's chestnut waves fell behind her, her face adorned with delicate makeup, and she wore a deep red dress, making her look slim and tall.
Just like the first time he saw her, she was stunningly beautiful.
This kind of Isabella made Alvey a little dazed for a moment.
However, at that time, he was already with Julia, who was a woman that made all men go crazy.
With Julia, how could he possibly like anyone else? So, when he was forced to marry Isabella, he never wanted to look at her.
"She's our family's maid," Alvey said in a cold tone, devoid of any emotion.
"So, she's just a maid," the woman's voice carried a hint of disdain as she pulled the covers over herself and ordered Isabella, "I'm thirsty, go pour me a glass of water."
Alvey glanced down at Cassie in his arms and couldn't help but smile, a look of amusement on his face.