After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 650

Harold gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

After Isabella finished talking, he didn’t say a word. The car filled with quiet.

Isabella pressed the window button. Fresh air rushed in, ruffling her hair. She let the breeze cool her face for a moment, then rolled the window up again to keep the AC from escaping.

“Isabella.”

“Yeah?”

Harold felt tense, the words on his tongue too heavy. He knew this probably wasn’t the best moment, but he just couldn’t hold it in.

“What if… just what if Ethan’s suspicions are actually true?”

“Huh?”

Isabella blinked, caught off guard.

Harold immediately took it back. “Never mind. I just meant, Ethan’s getting more and more paranoid lately.”

She nodded. “He really is.”

Trying to make things less awkward, Harold changed the topic. “He didn’t used to be like this, you know?”

“As long as it’s not about feelings, he’s fine. The moment emotions get involved, he totally changes. Sometimes I think he’s got two personalities.”

Harold chuckled quietly. “No, I don’t think so. He’s just so into Natalie. He can’t let her go. When someone really loves you, they want what’s best for you. What he feels for Natalie… that’s the real deal.”

Isabella pressed her lips together. “Yeah. They’re the ones who truly love each other.”

It was obvious from the way Ethan treated her compared to Natalie.

He’d never hurt Natalie.

But with her, all she got from Ethan was pain. Not a trace of love.

She was glad she’d finally woken up.

She didn’t love him anymore.

This time, he parked right in front of her company, got out with a bag of takeout, a coffee, and a box of pastries.

He carried everything inside.

A few minutes later, he walked into the main office and spotted Isabella right away. She stood at the editor-in-chief’s desk, deep in conversation.

“Harold.”

“Hey, Harold, good morning.”

Everyone at the office knew him, so a few people greeted him with polite smiles.

Harold smiled back, easy and warm.

Isabella looked up at the sound of her name, a genuine smile lighting up her face. When Harold reached her, she asked, “Harold, why’d you come back?”

“You said you overslept and skipped breakfast. I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you something to eat, some coffee, and a box of pastries.”

It was just a simple breakfast, nothing fancy. She could accept his thoughtfulness without feeling awkward about it.