“What, you think I can’t take care of two sons? Why are you worrying about that? If you can have them, I can raise them…”
Ethan fell silent, suddenly realizing how ridiculous he sounded. He turned to look out the window, hoping that would help him escape the awkwardness swirling between them.
Isabella didn’t let go of his arm. She held him even tighter. She knew perfectly well there was no real future for them. It was probably smarter to keep some distance, not get too close. Unless, of course, he was actually willing to sleep with her.
She glanced at him. He was so good-looking, his body just... perfect. She imagined peeling off his shirt and having her way with him right there in the car.
Panic hit her and she quickly turned her eyes back to the window. If she kept staring, she might really lose control and jump him right here. She was a woman, after all, with all the normal needs and desires.
Money, focus on money. Isabella reminded herself over and over that she was here to make money, to get it out of Ethan’s wallet. That was the only thing that mattered.
After a few minutes of fighting her impulses, Isabella finally calmed down and spoke up. “I’m just trying to turn money into more money. You said it yourself. No matter what I do, you’d support me a hundred percent.”
She looked at him seriously. “See, when I’m busy, I don’t have time to go after Natalie. Honestly, I hate her, but I blame you even more.” Her voice dropped lower. “I wish she was dead. Sometimes I just want to tear her to pieces.”
Ethan’s hand shot out, grabbing her chin with so much force it hurt. Isabella winced, afraid he might actually break her jaw.
“Isabella, just try touching Natalie and see what happens,” he growled. “This is your warning. If you so much as lay a finger on her, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

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