Isabella stood still, not moving.
Did Alvey really see her as a maid?
"Hey, I told you to pour me some water, are you deaf?" Cassie shouted at Isabella.
"My husband loves to joke around, don't you know that?" Isabella smiled, holding the belt she had brought back from the coffee shop. She approached the side of the bed. "If you can't even recognize a man's wife, it's going to be hard for a woman like you to climb up the ranks."
As soon as she heard that it was the rumored ugly and unattractive Mrs. Capet, Cassie was greatly shocked.
How could this be? This didn't match the rumors at all.
"Honey, this is the belt that Eva asked me to return to you. I heard you like it exciting, so you can continue using it with this lady," Isabella placed the belt on the bedside table, her smile flawless.
The belt? A hint of nervousness appeared in Cassie's eyes, and her body shrank in fear.
Isabella continued, "Oh, and by the way, you two carry on, but be careful. Mr. Capet has not been feeling well lately, and he wouldn't want to hear any scandals about illegitimate children."
Alvey frowned. He hated it when people used Mr. Capet to make him yield. This despicable woman always managed to hit his weak spot easily!
The next moment, his gaze met Isabella's. "You can leave now, we want to continue."
"I'll go make dinner first," Isabella pretended to smile, hurriedly walking out of the room and making sure to close the door behind her.
As the door closed, the smile on Isabella's face suddenly disappeared, and she fought hard to suppress her tears.
Even though this marriage was in name only, Alvey was still her nominal husband. Which woman could really be so generous as to tolerate her husband and mistress being intimate at home?
She numbly walked into the kitchen and started preparing dinner.
Alvey's favorite was beef stew.
She tried to focus on cutting the meat as much as possible, blocking out the sounds from the bedroom.
However, the woman's sweet moans grew louder and louder, making it impossible for her to ignore.
Tears fell without her realizing it. Isabella sniffed, tilted her head back, and forced herself to hold back the tears.
Her gaze happened to meet the darkened glass window, through which her troubled expression could faintly be seen.
"Isabella, get us some more durex," Alvey's reprimanding voice came from the bedroom at that moment.
At the same time, a sharp pain shot through her fingertips, causing Isabella to cry out in pain.
The knife had accidentally cut her finger, and blood gushed out from under her nail, flowing between her fingers, unsettlingly vivid.
"Isabella, did you hear me?" Alvey emerged from the bedroom, bare-chested and loosely wrapped in a towel around his lower body, as if it could fall off at any moment.
Isabella turned to look at him, meeting his bronzed chest, but quickly averted her eyes. "I heard you, I'll go now."
She lowered her head, discreetly tucking her bleeding finger into her sleeve, and hurriedly walked past Alvey.
She didn't want to show weakness in front of him, nor did she want him to see her teary eyes.
Alvey's gaze fell on the beef in the pot.
Isabella still remembered his preferences.
Alvey's thoughts were complicated. If she hadn't stolen Julia's position as his wife, she would have been a good woman.
Unintentionally, Alvey noticed a few drops of blood on the white porcelain floor. Looking at the knife, he saw a barely noticeable reddish tint.
Alvey rummaged through the room for a while and finally found Isabella's first-aid kit. Luckily, there were spare anti-inflammatory drugs at home.
Knowing Isabella's character, she probably wouldn't remember to buy medicine for herself.
But Isabella was a woman who sold her emotions for money, not worthy of his sympathy!
Alvey took out the medicine from the cabinet, then hesitated and put it back, then took it out again, and put it back...
The scene was somewhat comical for a moment.