Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 32

After stepping into the hotel room, Isabella couldn't wait any longer and instructed Ava, "Ava, take out the most expensive fabric from the suitcase. I need to rush to make a formal suit for Theo. He must not become the laughingstock of the entire Imperial Capital."

Ava didn't dare delay for a moment. She swiftly prepared the fabric, needles, scissors, drafting paper, and drawing tools.

Isabella quickly sketched out a few designs. "Ava, which one do you think looks best?"

Ava admired every design with awe. "Sis, as long as it's designed by you, they're all stunning."

Isabella recalled how, in her previous life, she had seen Theodore at a banquet. Back then, he wore a black suit, exuding a cold, ascetic aura that made him untouchable and distant. Standing among the scions of noble families, he was extraordinary, outshining the group of rich second-generation heirs.

Now, though still young, his masculine features must have mostly matured. Recently, he had even reported his height to her—he had grown to 1.85 meters.

With this in mind, Isabella had a clear vision. The design needed to be elegant and unparalleled in its nobility, while also highlighting his calm and steady demeanor.

She eventually chose a simple yet sophisticated and dignified style.

After two sleepless nights, she handcrafted a luxurious but understated suit. Paired with her treasured tie and lapel pin, the outfit's value instantly soared.

Ava caressed the fabric lovingly. "Sis, this material is the same as what the princes of the British royal family wear. Moreover, it was designed and personally made by Jasmine's most prized apprentice. What do you think the price of this suit would be?"

Isabella replied, "Setting a price is easy, but something as exclusive as this is priceless."

Ava beamed with excitement. "When Young Master Sanchez wears this to his coming-of-age ceremony, he'll truly be the center of attention."

Isabella said, "Ava, find a chance to deliver this suit to Theo. Tell him it's my gift for his coming-of-age ceremony."

"Yes."

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The night was cold and eerily quiet.

Isabella found herself unable to sleep. Standing before the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, she gazed down at the dazzling luxury of the Imperial Capital, her heart heavy with past memories.

Those unbearable moments from her past seemed like demons, gripping her throat and suffocating her.

"Mr. Hill, is this little beggar the one you're looking for?"

"A beggar?"

Nathan furrowed his brows, his eyes betraying undisguised disdain as he looked at her.

But back then, she was too young and inexperienced to recognize his disgust.

She had wanted to tell them that she wasn't a beggar. Her mother was sick, and she was simply scavenging for recyclables to earn money for her mother's medicine.

But seeing her own dirty, tattered clothes, the words got stuck in her throat.

Nathan, perhaps sensing her rejection of him, crouched down and asked, "Your name is Isabella?"

She nodded timidly.

"Would you like to come with me? From now on, I'll provide for your education and pay for your mother's medical expenses."

Isabella couldn't see the calculations hidden behind his complex gaze. Thinking her luck had turned, she immediately kowtowed to him in gratitude. "You are truly my benefactor. Thank you for helping me… I've always dreamed of going to school."

Without hesitation, she followed him.

True to his word, he sent her to an unremarkable school. She graduated high school and later enrolled in a third-tier university to study fashion design.

He also found her biological father and Sis, bringing her back to the Moore family.