Seeing her cold and distant attitude, Adrian didn’t press the issue.
“As long as you cooperate fully and this deal is successful, we will go and file for divorce as soon as we return. The terms I offered you before still stand.”
Isabel remembered the offer of company shares. “I don’t want any of it. I just want a quick divorce.”
Adrian continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Everyone knows we’re married now. If you leave with nothing, what will people say about the Blackwell family? About me?”
Isabel didn’t really care what the world said. Although she was the one who had created the online storm, she had been pushed into a corner. But then she had a thought. Perhaps this was how Adrian had felt when he was forced to marry her.
She was tired of all the fighting. And she didn't enjoy being the subject of gossip.
So she agreed. “Fine.”
...
The next morning, Isabel got up and headed to the restaurant for breakfast. Her small room was near the entrance of the suite, so she didn’t have to pass Adrian’s master bedroom. Not that it mattered; even if she had to walk right past him, she had no intention of eating with him.
But just as she opened her door, he called out to her.
“Don’t forget what you promised.”
“...”
Isabel had no choice but to wait for him. Once they were out of the room, she tried to walk alongside him, maintaining a professional distance. But she hadn’t expected Adrian to take her hand, lacing his fingers through hers.
She instinctively tried to pull away.
“Are you trying to sabotage my deal?” he asked, his voice sharp with displeasure. Before she could answer, he added, “Isabel, if this partnership falls through, you can forget about a divorce. You’ll spend the rest of your life in Halcyon Hills Residence.”
“...”
Isabel forced herself to let him hold her hand.



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