Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 46

"There's no reason!"

Nathan scoffed, unwilling to explain himself to her.

Isabella nearly dug her nails into her skin. "Is it because Victoria is going with you to the banquet?"

The remark hit the mark, and for a moment, Nathan's face showed a flash of embarrassment.

But he quickly regained his composure. "Isabella, your Sis is more suited for that kind of occasion than you."

Isabella's fingers curled into fists.

In Nathan's eyes, it seemed she would forever carry the mark of being shallow, with no background or education.

Even now, as the globally renowned fashion designer Miss Thea, Nathan's prejudice still made her feel the weight of her own inferiority.

A stubborn defiance seized her heart, and she comforted herself: *It's fine, Isabella, it's not that you're not good enough, it's that his vision is poor.*

She loosened her fist and gracefully walked toward Nathan.

With a disdainful look, she asked, "Is it really because Victoria is more suitable than I am?"

Under her piercing gaze, Nathan felt his eyes shift, unsure of where to land.

"Then what other reason could there be?"

Isabella sneered. "Nathan, if you had already decided to have Victoria accompany you to the banquet, then why go through all this trouble with me today? What's your intention?"

Nathan froze, like a statue.

Seeing the flames of fury burning in Isabella's eyes, he realized he had made a serious misstep.

"Isabella, I'm sorry about what happened with your mother yesterday.

I wanted to make it up to you by letting you attend the banquet tonight... but your Sis wants to go as well. You know she's a fashion designer, and the big shots attending the banquet could very well become her clients.

I figured this banquet would be more important for her, so in the end, I agreed to let her go..."

Isabella smiled, but it was a smile filled with mockery.

Nathan felt a chill run down his spine from her smile.

"Isabella, I know I've wronged you. How about this—I'll give you some money, and you can go shopping. Would that make you feel better?"

Isabella waved her hand dismissively.

In her memories, it had been her attending that very banquet in her past life. At that event, all the guests were powerful figures from prestigious families. Nathan, as a junior, was inevitably forced to drink wine when toasts were made by the elders.

He had a low tolerance for alcohol and had become tipsy early on.

So, to maintain good relations with the business moguls, he had to rely on Isabella to take the brunt of the drinking. She had shielded him from one glass after another, only to end up with a bleeding stomach afterward and nearly died. She spent a long time recovering, yet Nathan had never once thanked her.

Nathan seemed to zone out for a moment, his mind distracted. He always felt that Isabella's gaze was too profound, too difficult to read.

Right in front of Nathan, Isabella nonchalantly took off her dress and tossed it into the trash can.

"Nathan, you're disgusting."

"To find two companions for a banquet... What you think is making up for things, to me, it's an insult."

Nathan bit his lip and frowned. "I heard you spent all the money on my card today?"

Isabella looked at him with disdain. "There's only a few tens of thousands in your card.

So, as your wife, if I spend a few thousand, you're upset?"

Nathan had always been generous, and a few thousand meant nothing to him.

He was just surprised. "You've never been this extravagant before."

He remembered back when she once hesitated to spend a thousand on a down jacket, practically feeling pain from the cost.

Isabella bitterly smiled. "I used to be a beggar in the slums. No one mocked me for dressing poorly. Back then, I was free.

But now, as the young mistress of the Hill family, if I make any mistake, your mother and Sis will come for me, insulting me to no end."