Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 22

Can’t Win Me Back Chapter 22
“Isabella.”

Caught off guard, Isabella barely had time to react before Nathan had risen to his feet and strode toward her. His strong, vice–like grip clamped down on her wrist, holding her in place.

Isabella stared at him coldly, her expression detached as though he were a complete stranger. Her distant gaze stabbed at him like a dagger.

“Isabella, why are you in Milan? Didn’t I tell you to stay obediently in the United States?” he demanded angrily.

A mocking smile tugged at Isabella’s lips. He had sent her to the U.S., and now he expected her to comply without question? Did he see her as nothing more than a thoughtless accessory to his life?

Nathan hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “Even if you wanted to come to Milan, you should have informed me beforehand.”

At that moment, Victoria appeared, stepping forward with a falsely concerned expression. She adopted the tone of an elder Sis, speaking down to Isabella.

“Bella, do you know how worried Nathan was when you disappeared? You shouldn’t act so recklessly.”

She assumed Isabella would accept her reprimands like before, but Isabella merely studied them both with a playful glint in her eyes. She smirked as if enjoying an inside joke.

“He was busy doting on his ‘white moonlight.‘ When would he have had time to worry about me?”

The words left both Nathan and Victoria visibly uncomfortable.

As if to salvage his image as a husband, Nathan hurriedly explained, “Bella, I went to the U.S. to find you.”

The Isabella of the past might have been moved to tears by his effort. But now, she only felt the sting of irony.

Her words became sharper, stripping away Nathan’s façade. “If the Hill family hadn’t needed their daughter–in–law to attend a company gala to uphold your ‘perfect husband‘ image, you probably wouldn’t have bothered making the trip.”

Isabella’s gaze turned to her, piercing. “You don’t like my harshness? Then maybe don’t do disgusting things–like knowingly being the third party in a marriage.”

Isabella’s eyes dropped to their interlocked fingers, a faint mocking smile curling her lips.