Chapter 58 Marrying Him Might Not Be a Good Thing

Ruby raised her hand, and everyone stepped back. She walked over to George, waiting until he finished his call.

"Mr. Spencer, hope I'm not late," Ruby said.

George motioned for her to sit and pressed a button. Caleb soon came in with a stack of contracts.

"Ms. Griffin, please review these. Let us know if anything's off," George said, sitting down. Caleb handed Ruby the contracts and made her a cup of coffee.

"No problem. It's an honor to work with Spencer Group," Ruby said, signing her name.

After reviewing the contracts, Caleb handed them to George, who stamped them. "Pleasure doing business," George said, shaking Ruby's hand.

"Pleasure doing business. Care to join me for dinner?" Ruby asked.

"Caleb, find a restaurant Ruby likes," George instructed.

Caleb nodded, "Got it."

They both had their own agendas, no emotional ties. George gave her money, she used his status for publicity. She promoted his company with her fame. It was all about mutual benefits.

But when George and Ruby walked by the secretary's office, laughing, it hurt Isabella deeply. The George who once said he loved her could be tender to any woman.

"Isabella, what's wrong?" Molly asked, noticing her gaze. "It's time to clock out."

"Oh, nothing," Isabella replied.

"Were you looking at Mr. Spencer and Ruby? Maybe they went to dinner," Molly said. "Do you have feelings for Mr. Spencer?"

Isabella looked down, packing her things. "What right do I have to like him?"

"Lots of people here like George. It's just a crush, no big deal. It's not like you're marrying him," Molly said.

Isabella smiled faintly. "Marrying him might not be great either."

"Yeah, a guy like that is hard to handle."

They left the office together. Molly took the subway since her house was far. Isabella had thought of going home with George, but now she realized she was overthinking it.

She tried to hail a cab. Thunder rumbled, dark clouds covered the sky, and it started raining.

Isabella quickened her pace to a tree. In winter, it wasn't snowing but raining.

A black Maybach drove by. Isabella saw George and Ruby laughing in the back seat.

And her? She couldn't get a cab and was getting drenched in the winter rain.

Frustrated, Isabella texted George, [I can't get home.]

She attached a picture of the dark sky. No reply came.

Isabella hugged herself and squatted down. With a beautiful woman by his side, she, the wife, meant nothing.

The rain poured harder, and there were fewer cars on the road. But she finally managed to hail a cab.

The cab's heater was on full blast, but Isabella, soaked on one side, still shivered with cold. The driver glanced at her a few times, wanting to ask about her situation, but seeing her eyes closed, he didn't disturb her.

By the time she got back to Spencer Manor, it was pitch dark. The side hall next to the main living room was lit. Isabella knew Patricia liked to rest there, but she was in too foul a mood to greet her and wanted to go straight upstairs.

As she passed the side hall, she couldn't help but overhear the conversation inside.

"John, what should we do about this? That child is so lovable, small and chubby, reminding me of George when he was little," Patricia said.

"If it's really George's child, it might actually be a good thing," John replied.

Isabella, about to go upstairs, froze. 'What child?' she thought.

She heard them continue, "But George and Juniper have broken up. This child came at the wrong time."

"Mrs. Spencer, if I may, I think the Young family is actually a better match for the Spencer family. If Juniper's child is really George's, I think we should..."

"The Young family is indeed good, but Isabella is already part of the Spencer family, and she has done nothing wrong. We can't just divorce her because of a child."

John continued, "But have you thought about how Isabella would react? Even if the child is George's, trying to bring the child into the Spencer family would likely cause a huge uproar. We can't afford that kind of drama."

Patricia sighed deeply, "If it's really George's child, I will definitely bring the child back and raise it."

Hearing this, Isabella didn't want to listen anymore. Though her legs were stiff, she forced herself upstairs and locked herself in her bedroom.

'A child? Juniper and George's child? They already have a child? Patricia wants to bring the child into the Spencer family. If the child comes, will Juniper replace me? Even if George doesn't love Juniper anymore, he wouldn't abandon his child. Even if I don't want to be a stepmother, there will be other women willing to be a stepmother to his child. So, I should step aside. George and I have no emotional foundation. His words of liking and love are just perfunctory. He keeps me around because he wants a stable family. George doesn't want to push me away easily because the Spencer family has spent a lot of money on me,' Isabella thought. When George gave her that agreement, he probably wanted her to leave willingly one day.

'What love, what a joke. Our marital intimacy is just his physical need,' she thought.

Isabella was disappointed. Too many blows had numbed her heart.

'Thinking about it, George and I have only been married for over six months. Our feelings aren't deep, so where does the love come from? I am so naive, thinking that kissing, hugging, and making love equate to love, but actually, love is more about the little things.

If George loves me, he would keep his distance from other women, reply to my messages instantly, and care about my feelings. But he doesn't,' Isabella thought.