Chapter 96 Are You Sure You Didn't Mistake Someone?

Isabella nodded, "Yeah."

"So, you're telling me George changed his name, moved here, and is with another woman now?" Elodie found it hard to believe. "Are you sure you didn't mistake him for someone else?"

"I wouldn't mistake him," Isabella said firmly.

"Then you didn't try to talk to him? Maybe he has his reasons, or maybe there are things he can't explain," Elodie suggested.

Isabella shook her head, "He's just too good at weighing the pros and cons, Elodie. Think about it, what kind of emotional foundation did we have? When we were in Stellar City, we were about to get divorced, and he agreed to it. Our relationship was already broken."

"But there's no doubt that George saved you," Elodie pointed out.

"Elodie," Isabella's eyelashes drooped sadly, "I also hope George saved me because he loves me, but I'm afraid that's just my wishful thinking."

"No way, when he saved you, he definitely wanted you to live. It's not just a reflex. Don't overthink it. He must have his reasons."

"But he's really gonna marry Ms. Miller. That's a fact," Isabella said gloomily.

"Maybe he got hurt and lost his memory. That's also possible. He just can't remember you right now," Elodie tried to comfort her.

Isabella had considered Elodie's guess countless times. Now, the only reason that could convince her he loved her was this.

"Let's not talk about him anymore. Let's eat," Isabella said.

Isabella originally thought she wouldn't stay in the secretary department for long and would be transferred back to the documentation room.

However, Ray didn't seem to have any intention of returning to headquarters, so she continued to assist Joshua.

During this period, she got to know Keith well. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he always waited for her after work to give her a ride home.

For this, Isabella was very grateful and offered to pay for the rides, but Keith said she could just give him two paintings.

Isabella knew her own skill level and understood he was politely declining.

However, as a gesture of goodwill, she personally picked out a good set of paintbrushes for Keith. Keith initially refused but eventually accepted after some persuasion.

"You know, you don't have to be so formal with me. Giving you a ride is no big deal. You're making it seem like we're not friends," Keith said, shaking his head and putting the paintbrushes away.

This was Isabella's first time visiting Keith's gallery, which had a strong artistic vibe. She later learned that Keith was a fairly well-known painter locally.

Some of his single paintings had fetched hundreds of thousands of euros.

"Keith, you're probably the most famous person from our art department, right?" Isabella said with a bright smile.

"Don't say that, I'm just average, barely making ends meet. If you don't mind, feel free to pick any of the paintings here," Keith said with a generous smile, gesturing towards the artwork on the wall.

"If I take it home, it won't be an artwork anymore," Isabella laughed.

"Art ultimately has to return to life. Without money, even an artist would starve. I'm not that 'noble,'" Keith said.

"You're so modest."

Keith smiled, as if he remembered something, and opened a drawer to take out a box. "A while ago, I went back home and got a cross. I want to give it to you."

Isabella waved her hand, "This is your thing. How can I just take it?"

"The pastor said this cross is for the safety of mother and child. I immediately thought of you, so I brought it back. I'm a man; I won't be having kids, so it's useless to me."

Though he said that, Keith's thoughtfulness touched Isabella deeply. "Keith, thank you for thinking of me."

"We met in a foreign country; it's fate. You're such a tough person. Honestly, I feel for you and consider you like a sister. As long as you don't mind, it's all good."

Keith handed the box to Isabella. She opened it and took out the cross, which was made into a delicate bracelet with a string, giving a sense of peace.

"Thank you, I'll accept it," Isabella said.

"Put it on."

Isabella nodded.

"Keith, do you have any family?" Isabella asked casually while fastening the bracelet.

Keith paused, then bitterly smiled, "No one left, just me."

Isabella was stunned.

She felt a bit apologetic, "I'm sorry, Keith..."

"It's nothing. It's been over ten years. That year, my parents took my sister and me on a trip. On the way back, we had a car accident. Three out of four died, and only I survived. Since then, I've been alone."

Keith said and used a smile to cover his old pain, which made Isabella very sad.

She could empathize with the pain of losing family and said, "You must miss them a lot."

"Occasionally," Keith smiled bitterly.

"Have you thought about finding a girlfriend and getting married? With a place for your heart, those painful memories will gradually fade," Isabella said.

Keith sighed and laughed, "It's hard to find the right person. If there's someone suitable in your company, you can introduce her to me."

"No problem," Isabella agreed cheerfully.

Whether it was in her head or the cross actually worked, Isabella felt more at peace and everything went more smoothly since she started wearing the bracelet.

During a break at work, she went to the break room to make a cup of juice. Since she got pregnant, she hadn't had any coffee.

Just after finishing her juice, Joshua came over and asked her to make a cup of hand-ground coffee for Ray.

The coffee beans were specifically chosen by Joshua, with a bitter taste, no milk, and no sugar.

'See, people can pretend to have amnesia or not recognize someone, but their taste preferences don't change,' she thought, proud.

After making the coffee, Isabella brought it to Ray, "Mr. Price, your coffee."

Before she could place the cup on the table, Ray suddenly stood up. Isabella couldn't dodge in time, and the cup tilted, spilling the steaming coffee all over his tailored suit.

Isabella quickly grabbed a couple of napkins and started to help Ray with wiping, apologizing as she did, "I'm sorry, Mr. Price. Are you hurt? I didn't mean to."

The sudden contact made Ray uncomfortable. He stepped back disdainfully, took off his suit, and threw it aside, "Get out."

Hearing the scolding, Isabella was stunned. 'I just made a mistake; why is he yelling at me?' she thought.

"I really didn't mean to," Isabella explained again.

Ray looked up, his gaze cold and dark, "Get out."

"I'll leave, but I really didn't do it on purpose," Isabella retorted, glaring back at Ray. "Don't always think I'm trying to seduce you. I'm not interested in you. However, I can still get your suit cleaned."