Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Nathan extended his hand toward Isabella. “Come home with me.”

The scene faintly overlapped with their first meeting four years ago. Back then, it was in this very spot where a wounded Isabella, driven out of her home by her mother, had curled up in despair. Nathan Hill, like the dawn breaking through the darkness, appeared in her life.

Na?ve and inexperienced, Isabella had been drawn to his kind and compassionate face. Without hesitation, she followed him.

“Sir, why me?”

Though young, Isabella understood that nothing in the world came free.

Nathan, burdened by his thoughts, took a moment before replying in a low voice, “It has to be you.”

She didn’t know that he had painstakingly sought her out, going to great lengths to approach her. In her innocence, she mistook him for a benefactor and believed she was just another of the many impoverished children he had helped. She trusted him so easily.

“Sir, thank you for giving me a home. I’m very hardworking—I can cook, do laundry, sweep, and mop… I can do so many things.”

Nathan gave her a faint glance. “I’m not looking for a housekeeper.”

“Then how can I repay you?”

“You really want to repay me?”

“Yes. Even a small kindness deserves a great return.”

Nathan smiled knowingly.

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Now, looking at Isabella curled up again, Nathan, who had spent four years with her, could easily deduce her reason for returning to Rainbow Bridge. This was where they had first met. By instructing Ezekiel to bring her back here, wasn’t she signaling her desire to return to the point before she met him?

A faint, bitter smile tugged at Nathan’s lips.

“Did you regret meeting me?”

Isabella didn’t respond.

Her wounds, reopened after the chase, had soaked the chiffon dress on her back with blood. She was using all her strength to suppress the pain.

Nathan reached out to gently touch her head, but Isabella slightly tilted her head, avoiding his hand.

He sighed almost inaudibly.

“Isabella, I’ll make it up to you.”

At that moment, his phone rang. Picking up the call, he heard Moore’s father’s anxious voice.

“Nathan, you must come quickly. Victoria became agitated after learning about Isabella’s disappearance. The doctor says her condition is relapsing. Please come and calm her down—she only listens to you.”

Nathan’s expression turned grave as he ended the call, his worry for Victoria unmistakable in his eyes.

“Isabella, your Sis just had surgery and can’t handle any stress. I need to go to the hospital to check on her. Stop causing trouble and go home with the assistant.”

Standing up, he instructed his assistant, “Take my wife home.”

He didn’t notice how Isabella’s body had gone limp and pale, nor the way she seemed far from okay.

Nathan drove off in his Rolls-Royce Wraith.

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