Chapter 6 I still love her

As Damian promised yesterday, today he would bring and introduce Isabel to his coworkers and subordinates in the office. Coincidentally, it coincided with the opening celebration of his new branch office.

This made Isabel's heart smile happily. Since waking up, she has been humming her favorite song. For a long time, she looked at the dress she was going to wear this afternoon. The beautiful dress that her mother had bought for her was still neatly stored in the closet.

"It's beautiful," Isabel murmured.

Damian glanced lazily out of the corner of his eye, as if he didn't care what his wife was doing. Isabel turned her head. Her lips curled into a sweet smile. She kissed Damian's cheek repeatedly. Damian was dumbfounded by what Isabel did. Her efforts to attract Damian's attention were never absent every day. Although she knew it had not been able to melt Dimas' heart for now.

"Honey, how is it? I'm pretty, right?" Isabel spun around and swayed her dress left and right. She struts in front of Damian like a model on the catwalk.

"Beautiful," Damian said softly.

Isabel lowered her lips. She blinked because Damian looked so casual in response to her question.

"Yes, you are beautiful. Beautiful like an angel," Damian said again in a half-shouted tone. Isabel smiled bitterly. She thought to herself, How difficult is it to say a compliment to her?

"If you're not sincere, don't say it. I understand," Isabel said. A little flicked Damian's feelings. Isabel walked away silently, ignoring Damian, who was still standing and staring at her.

"I missed the mark, didn't I?" muttered Damian.

Isabel was still speechless, unlike her usual rambling self in the morning. Damian didn't like it. He preferred to listen to Isabel's babble, even if it was just a meaningless babble. Damian didn't like silence.

Ehem

Damian's voice broke the silence. Isabel raised her head to look at Damian, who seemed to be having trouble swallowing his food. Worried that something had happened to her husband, Isabel quickly poured water into Damian's drinking glass, of which half was left.

"What's wrong with the food?" Isabel asked.

Damian shook his head. Isabel stood up, her feet going towards the kitchen. "Want me to make something else? Oats or..."

"Sit down," Damian ordered, cutting off his wife's anxious sentence. Isabel complied. She sat down and continued eating. Every now and then, she glanced at Damian, who was staring at her. Isabel chose to stare at her plate.

"From now on, call me dear in front of many people. If it's just the two of you, keep calling my name. Isabel, I haven't been able to give you the compliments you asked for. You know what the reason is, right? I hope you can understand it." Damian said his food was gone. He gulped down his water. Isabel nodded tiredly at the slight tightness in her chest. The air around her felt oppressive a minute after Damian said that painful thing.

"Yes. I understand," Isabel replied.

"That's good."

"But until when, sis? I mean, we're already married; can't you get rid of your old feelings?" Isabel pleaded pleadingly. Isabel's eyes glazed over as she tried to release the clear beads that had accumulated at the corners of her eyes. Damian didn't like this. He wiped them with a tissue to prevent them from falling down his wife's cheeks.

"I don't know yet. I still can't shake the feeling. I'm sorry." Damian finished his morning meal. Isabel was the same. Her appetite suddenly disappeared. She wiped away the tears that had not been able to flow and smiled at her husband.

"I can wait for him, sis. I love you. I hope I can replace him, who is still in your heart," Isabel whispered.

Damian doesn't love his wife; he just hasn't been able to get rid of the image of Evelyn that is still in his head. Every moment he spent with Isabel was always connected to Evelyn.

"Let's get going. The show opens in an hour," Damian invited. Isabel nodded. Her smile brightened as Damian didn't show his hatred. Isabel shyly took Damian's hand and held it. This was a first for her. Can hold hands intimately without Damian rejecting her.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, there was a woman who was busy carrying several large folders containing draft journals that she would present today in front of her clients.

Her sweat was streaming down her forehead and cheeks. The assistant who usually accompanies her today is absent because of an important need. Finally, she had to carry this big folder alone.

Panting, she walked up to the receptionist and asked where her client's room was. She repeatedly wiped her face to dissipate the heat.

"Ma'am, what floor is Ms. Danielle on?" Evelyn asked the receptionist.

"With whose mother?"

"I'm Evelyn. Ms. Danielle knows me," Evelyn introduced herself. The receptionist looked in the book and dialed the number listed inside.

"Ms. Danielle is in her room in room 207. She's waiting, but you'd better take a detour because there's an event in the next room." The receptionist helped direct Evelyn. Not wanting to linger, Evelyn just nodded, even though she hadn't heard too clearly.

"Which room is it?" muttered Evelyn softly. She opened her cell phone and searched for her client's number. There was no answer, so she ventured into the room. She looked left and right, looking for where her client was waiting.

"217. Maybe over there," she muttered again. Evelyn ventured to walk again until she reached the end of the room, which looked crowded. Evelyn tapped her forehead. She forgot that there was an event at her client's office today.

"Even though the receptionist told me there was an event," she grumbled, cursing her own stupidity.

Evelyn also turned her body, intending to find another way. But after only five seconds of walking, her steps stopped because the large folder in her hand collided with a large body blocking her way.

"Ah, sorry." Evelyn bowed apologetically, then walked away from the figure blocking her. Not yet a step, she walked, a hand grasping her wrist. Evelyn stopped her steps and turned her head.

The figure stared at her. Evelyn jumped in surprise. She quickly released the grip of the hand, but it only tightened.

"D-damian," she whispered.

"We meet again."

"Let go of your hand." Evelyn waved her hand until Damian's hand slipped away.

"I missed you."

"But I don't."

Evelyn did not want to be trapped in the same feelings as five years ago. She chose to leave, not wanting to say hello to her ex-boyfriend at all. She was sure this was just a coincidence.

"I have to get over him," Evelyn whispered to herself.

After she met with clients today, her tired body seemed to be asking to be laid down. Even Evelyn's limping steps felt like she wanted to leave for a moment on the sofa in the lobby of her client's office.

It had been almost an hour since she waited for her online taxi to arrive until she was bored, but it never arrived. Her stomach had been hungry to be filled since eleven o'clock this afternoon.

Evelyn exhaled, roughly trying to close her eyes for a moment. From outside the building, there was a glimpse of the shadow of a figure she knew almost a week ago. The figure seemed to rush into the building while carrying her cup of coffee, complete with a box of donuts from a famous brand in London.

Evelyn threw her sweet smile while waving her hand. But the figure did not see her. Not long after, from behind the elevator facing the lobby appeared a beautiful woman walking gracefully towards Kevin, the figure she had waved to earlier. The woman suddenly hugged and kissed Kevin's cheeks in turn. Kevin looked happy. Then they both walked into the elevator leaving Evelyn standing dumbfounded watching the intimate scene.

'How stupid of me to fall for a man who has a partner.'