A YEAR WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 97

Isabella's POV

Before I can let out the tears threatening to fall down my eyes, the doorbell rings and my eyes fly to the door which Jayden took out a few minutes ago.

I can't believe I actually stood up to him that way. I said I wasn't going to ever cry because of him but here I am on the verge of crying again.

Why does it feel like everyone is up against me and in support of him? Is it because he was traumatized by the experience of the accident?

I was traumatized too and I got out of it alone, without anyone's help. Why should it be so difficult for him?

The doorbell rings again and I stalk towards the door, throw it open, about to shout at him in anger not to ever come here again when I see a familiar face I haven't seen in months.

Jude.

"Jude?" I can't hide my surprise. When his gaze falls on my belly, he smiles.

"Good day, ma'am", he bows slightly in greeting, stretching some things to me. 

I take them without hesitation. It's a white box, a bonquest, and a package.

I don't need a soothsayer to tell me who this is for and from who. It must be Jayden's handwork.

"Is everything ok?" He asks me, pulling me out of my thought. I force out a smile and nod. "Are you sure? The boss won't let me drive him home. He wants to walk home."

If it was the former Isabella, I would have exclaimed at such a ridiculous idea. I am tempted to exclaim but I shouldn't care, right?

Ignoring his comment, I smile at him again. "Thank you for the gift."

Before I can close the door, I hear him say in a loud voice. "It's not from me, it is from the boss."

The closing of the door drowns the rest of his statement. Curiosity takes over the tears in my eyes as I settle back on the sofa to check out what he got for me.

In Paris, he got similar flowers and wine which I haven't taken and I wonder what it is this time.

I drop the box and the flowers on the other couch to check out the package first. I open it to see a bag filled with romance novels.

I bring them out one after the other and they are the newly published New York times best sellers' books.

I arrange the books one after the other so I can count them and I counted up to 10.

Ten romance books should last me for the rest of the month. I haven't had time to get new books since I arrived in America and I am still making do with the ones I purchased in Paris.

Before I can take a hold of the box so I can peel off the string around it, my phone rings, and I grab it from the sofa handle.