Bringing the Nation's Husband Home II

III | Did I disappoint you?

Isabelle had mistaken him for James?

How could he forget... She would lower her lashes or look elsewhere whenever she looked at him, but now she was looking straight into his eyes.

Alexander felt his heart tighten and throb as though someone had stabbed it. Pain spread through his body and his eyes dimmed. He forced his gaze away, hiding from her harmful eyes.

Isabelle had no idea that Alexander's reaction was because of her. She was still deep in thought, unable to snap out of her daze as she continued to stare at him.

Even though he had diverted his gaze, he could still feel her stare. His lips started to feel dry, the voice recording playing in his mind repeatedly.

"In my whole life, I will love you the most."

"In my whole life, I will only love you."

Alexander thought about it, and slowly got up from his seat.

As more guests arrived, the two of them walked hand-in-hand, like a loving married couple, all the way to the sofa in the corner. After they sat down, Alexander closed his eyes to regain his composure, but he never let go of Isabelle's hand.

Isabelle, on the contrary, only stared blankly at Alexander's face, completely forgetting that he was holding her hand. Right then, he suddenly got up and dragged her arm up with him, instantly snapped her out of her daydream.

She blinked with some incomprehension in her eyes. But as Alexander seemed to emit an air of annoyance, she stood up from the sofa and opened her mouth. "Alex..."

After she let out just a syllable, she saw other people walk by and immediately changed her words. "James, what's wrong?"

Isabelle's single word "Alex", she hadn't finished speaking the name when the party started getting rowdy, so Alexander only heard what she said after that.

James...

He silently pursed his lips and abruptly loosened his grip on Isabelle's hand. Then he turned to leave.

Isabelle hurriedly chased after him. "Where are you going?"

Alexander walked quickly. Wearing very tall high heels, Isabelle worked hard to catch up to him. When she managed to grab onto his wrist with great difficulty, he didn't even turn his head. He just brushed her hand away and went into a restroom.

The restroom door slammed shut in front of Isabelle, leaving her standing there in a daze. Her expression was somewhat stunned, but from the bottom of her heart, she knew Alexander was in a bad mood.

Thinking back to everything that had just happened, Isabelle was certain that she hadn't done anything wrong. She turned her head and looked over at the cheerful and laughing crowd. Then she looked at Mr. Williams and Mrs. Williams, who smiled politely, standing hand-in-hand.

Suddenly a thought came to her mind - two children, who are both from the Williams family; one is unconscious, and yet he receives such blessings, whereas the other has to endure rolled eyes and abandonment. After his mother passed away, no one even remembered his birthday.

~*~

Alexander stood in the cramped cubicle with scattered emotions. He lit up a cigarette.

In the past few years, he'd gotten into the habit of smoking wildly when he was in a bad mood or when he missed that woman.

In actuality, he didn't like the smell of tobacco. It was a little harsh on the nose, but all these years alone, besides using it to numb his senses, he couldn't think of any other way...