That was because she could not decide to date Harold immediately when she thought of the God of War coming to Dellmoor.

Perhaps my many years of hopeful wishing will end once I see the God of War. Then I'll let everything go and date Harold.

Isabella found something to convince herself.

Meanwhile, Harold fell silent upon hearing her reply.

It took him a long time to process it before letting out a long sigh.

“All right. I'm in no rush, but I have a tiny request. Can we not get divorced for the time being? Just give me some time. I'll definitely make you fall in love with me,” he told her confidently.

“Okay. I'll be staying at Marilyn's place for some time. Let's think carefully about our future.”

Isabella accept Harold's request to not bring up the divorce for the time being.


Thereafter, Harold returned in a rather good mood.

Isabella, however, felt conflicted.

After all, one of them was a living and breathing man who would risk his life for her, while the other was her dream of many years, yet an illusion.

Her thoughts were in a tangled mess as they wandered between the two men.

“Bella, I have an important event tomorrow night, and I'm missing a date. How about you lend me your contracted hubby for a few days?”

Isabella's conflicted expression reminded Marilyn of the scene she had seen at the Horington restaurant.

She wanted to test Harold's love for Isabella, believing he was only attracted to the latter's body because she looked prettier than before.

“Uh... I'll need to ask him about it tomorrow morning,” Isabella answered absent-mindedly.

With that, both of them fell silent.

However, that was not the same for Dellmoor.

That night, almost all the women in the city had shared recordings of the romantic scene from that day on their Instagram accounts, paired with captions filled with envy.

One wrote: I don't know who this Isabella is, but I'm so jealous of her. I'll die happy if there's a guy who's willing to do this for me.

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