Chapter 80 I Ask Myself, Have I Been Fair to You?

"I told ya, my cooking ain't your style," she said, deadpan.

"You're so skinny, and you just eat this? Aren't you worried about wrecking your health? You gotta take care of yourself." George said, starting to clear Isabella's plate.

She slapped his hand away. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you out for some real food," he replied.

"No need, I'll just eat this." Isabella shot him a glare, annoyed by his interference.

"Alright, fine." He put the food down, pulled out his phone, and started typing. Isabella had no clue what he was up to.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

George came back with a bunch of fancy-looking dishes.

There were eight in total.

Isabella frowned. "Why'd you order so much food?"

"We're eating together. Come on, sit down."

Isabella was stubborn, but the smell of the food was too tempting.

"Here, try this." George said, serving her some food.

She looked up at him. He'd been in Riverside City for a while now, and so much had happened that she hadn't really looked at him.

'Can this handsome, seemingly gentle guy really be the ruthless, cold-blooded person I've heard about?' Isabella wondered.

"George, can I ask you something?"

George nodded. "Shoot."

"Is it true you were in a car accident and ended up in a coma?" Isabella asked, staring at him, trying to catch any hint of a reaction.

George didn't flinch, calmly eating his food. "Why do you ask?"

"I just want to know." She wanted to hear it straight from him.

"It's complicated. I'll explain it to you later," he said.

This seemed to confirm what Juniper had told her. She suddenly smiled, "So, that guy at the basketball game was you, right?"

"What do you think?" George asked, looking up at her.

"George, you're nothing but a liar." Isabella said, feeling let down.

Even though she was waiting for his answer, George still didn't give one.

"What did I lie to you about?"

George put down his utensils and looked at her coldly. "What answer do you want? The one you think you know is just a facade. Do you even know what really happened?"

"No matter what happened, you can't deceive someone who gave you their heart." Isabella's eyes were red, feeling deeply wronged.

"Isabella, did we know each other when I had the accident? Were we close after you married me? I don't think that was deception." George took a deep breath, looking at the tearful Isabella. "Aside from this, I believe I've treated you well."

Isabella had nothing to say. 'George is right. When he had the accident, I didn't even know who he was. When I married into the Spencer family, I hadn't even seen what George looked like. He couldn't possibly reveal everything about himself to a woman he didn't trust. He's not wrong. It's my fault. From the moment I married into the Spencer family, I was wrong. Why still care about these things now?' Isabella thought and stopped talking.

George walked over and slowly knelt in front of her, saying softly, "Isabella, none of that stuff matters. What matters is that I'm yours, my heart's yours, and I'll be loyal to you, forever."

His words were sweet, but the timing was way off.

Isabella lowered her lashes and looked at him, saying coldly, "George, we don't have a future together."

"We will have a future, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, until we're old and gray." He gently held her cold hand. "Don't be upset. Let's be good to each other."

Isabella stared at George silently. A smart guy like him should know that a woman like her wouldn't easily feel secure.

Once that sense of security was shattered, a few sweet words wouldn't fix it.

What she hated most was being lied to. It made her feel like the biggest fool in the world.

The feeling of being played with was like standing naked on the street, everyone could see you clearly, but you couldn't see through others.

It was awful.

"George, we can just be friends," Isabella said.

He suddenly laughed, and Isabella laughed too, but hers was more self-mocking. She sneered, "How could I forget, you wouldn't lack friends."

"Alright, let's eat first. After that, get some good sleep." George stood up and sat across from her. His actions were still gentle, his tone still warm, but it felt foreign to her.

Isabella knew she didn't have the ability to handle a man like him unless he willingly submitted.

But no man like him would submit to a woman.

If she went back to live with him, it would be the same cycle all over again.

She'd fall into endless self-doubt. She couldn't compare to celebrities or those strong career women. She was just a simple-minded woman.

Returning to the Spencer family would turn her into a complete housewife, or even a baby-making machine.

She didn't want to complicate things with George, but she couldn't help it. He was like a deep mystery she couldn't figure out or understand.

Isabella sighed, thinking George could easily sway her emotions.

"George, go back to Stellar City and sign the divorce papers as soon as possible," she said, feeling helpless and disappointed.

"Let's eat first." George clearly didn't want to discuss it.

'Fine, no more talking,' she thought.

Isabella didn't eat much. After dinner, she didn't clean up and went upstairs.

George sat in the living room for a bit, then followed her upstairs.

When he entered her bedroom, she was leaning against the headboard, drawing on her tablet.

Isabella didn't look at him. He paused at the door, then walked over to her. "Have you taken a bath?"

Isabella looked up, frowning. "What do you want?"

"If you haven't taken a bath, I'll run the water for you," George said naturally.

"No need, you should go back." She said coldly.

"I'll stay here with you."

He insisted on staying, and Isabella couldn't drive him away, so she let him be.

After George took a bath, he leaned beside Isabella, watching her draw. Her drawings were vivid, and with just a few strokes, she could create an exquisite picture, which surprised him.

"Have you ever thought about having an art exhibition?" he asked.