Chapter 96

Isabella hung up and immediately wiped the call record. After doing all that, she turned toward Theodore, lying quietly on the bed. Reaching out, she traced the shape of his brows and eyes with a finger. This man—he was her entire youth, and the dream that always stayed just out of reach. Now, she was finally this close to having him. As long as things went as planned, Theodore would have no choice but to take responsibility. Just as she was about to slip off her clothes, her phone rang again. She frowned, thinking it was another call from Victoria. Annoyed, Isabella didn't answer at first, but call after call came in, clearly not giving up. "So annoying," she muttered. Picking up Theodore's phone, she just shut it off—problem solved. No more interruptions. She undid the top button of her shirt, her eyes filled with determination. But then, her own phone started ringing. Her brows knitted tighter—now who in the world had zero awareness and chose to call at a time like this? Irritated,