Chapter 9

Anna, holding her temporary ID, hurried to the airport. The moment the plane took off, everything was in the past. After landing in France, she took on a new identity as the owner of a seaside guesthouse. Meanwhile, Jonathan was nearly losing his mind. Let’s rewind a few hours earlier. After dropping Isabella off at home, she still wouldn’t let go of him. "Jonathan, since you're already here, why don’t you come upstairs and take a look?" she said, tracing circles on his palm with a flirtatious smile. Jonathan hesitated, feeling an inexplicable sense of panic rise in him. "I can’t right now. Go upstairs and go home. I still need to go back and be with Anna," he said, gently pushing Isabella’s hand away, remembering the promise he made to Anna earlier. It had been a long time since he had properly spent time with her. Otherwise, she’d get upset. Thinking of this, Jonathan’s lips curled into a slight, contented smile. But Isabella wasn’t done. She wrapped her arms around his wa