Alexander reached out, prepared to press the door bell once more, but before he could do so, the door was pulled open. He looked into the house instinctively, and inside, Isabelle was thoroughly drenched, holding on a tissue, dabbing her eyes. His heart yanked, and he fell into a frenzy.

Had she found out about James's incident..?

"Izzy..." Alexander was about to coax her but he paused, not knowing how to continue after calling her name.

Ever since he was young, he had never spoken much, and in the face of the only girl he loved crying, his mind turned blank. How was he supposed to coax her?

The moment Isabelle heard his voice, she froze, lifting her head to look at him. She blinked incredulously, and in that moment, two tears streamed down her face.

Alexander started to panic. His mind slowed down, and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His mind was in a mess and an impulse to beat James begun to form.

He tensed, his hands clenching into fists, while he desperately tried to suppress his heartache.

In the end, Alexander still wasn't able to think of how to comfort Isabelle, so he decided to pull her into a silent embrace. Before his hand could even reach out though, Isabelle, who was still tearing, broke into a wide smile. In a clear voice with obvious surprise, she asked, "Alexander, why are you here?"

Isabelle's sudden smile seemed to have shocked his brain into a daze, and his hand paused in mid air. His gaze focused on her face, taking in the moisture in her eyes.

Why was she crying and smiling... Did James's abandonment agitate her so much?

Alexander's heart started to ache once more, but his mind was still blank, he was still unable to find words to comfort her. With the door open, the cold breeze blew in continuously, sending a shiver through her soaked body.

In that instance, Alexander seemed to have come back to his senses. He picked her up and walked up the stairs to the bathroom on the second floor, placing her in the bathtub. Opening the tap, he adjusted the temperature before placing the hose in her hands. "Take a hot shower, it'll keep the cold away."

Turning, he left the bathroom.

Before he left though, he didn't forget to switch on the bathroom heater.

The moment Isabelle left the shower, she saw Alexander carrying a cup of ginger tea up.

He passed it over to her, then after picking up a hairdryer, he started to blow dry her hair.

The buzz from the hairdryer was loud, so they didn't speak, the atmosphere returning back to when they were still living together as a couple.

Isabelle took a sip of the ginger tea, and warmth spread from her chest to all over her body.

When Alexander was done, he arranged the cord before placing the hairdryer back on the shelf.

Without the buzz the room sank into silence, only the sound of soft rain fall entering from outside.

Alexander stood in front of Isabelle, watching as she sipped the ginger tea slowly. Only then did a phrase to show his concern spring into his blank mind. "Izzy, are you all right?"

"I'm good..."

Isabelle treated his question as a casual greeting. After finishing the cup, she placed it back on the table and lifted her face to smile at him.

Before she had been carried to the bathroom by Alexander, she had wanted to ask him, "Alexander, aren't you in Hong Kong? Don't you have a meeting tomorrow? Why are you suddenly back here?"

After the initial shock and the long string of questions, Alexander sensed that Isabelle wasn't upset... But he thought back to her teary eyes and drenched body, and without answering her questions, he asked, "Where did you go just now? Why didn't you bring an umbrella when it's raining?"

Isabelle replied honestly, "Sophia drank too much so I went to get her. I didn't bring an umbrella out with me so I got drenched in the rain."

Alexander studied Isabelle for a long while before finally confirming that he had been too anxious just now, she didn't seem to know about James's incident just yet.

He was relieved, and took a long, deep breath.

Isabelle noticed Alexander's weird behavior. She lifted her head up to look at him with a curious gaze. "What's wrong? You seem to be nervous."

"Nothing." Alexander was back to his usual demeanor with just that word. He turned to look at the clock on the wall. It was almost 1 am, so he bent to pick up Isabelle and then gently placed her on the bed before thoughtfully tucking her in. Switching off the lights, he said, "It's late, get some rest."

That was when Isabelle realized that his hair and clothes were still wet. They were both caught in the rain, but he had only thought about her. Touched and warmed, she curled under the blanket, saying softly, "Alexander, hurry and take a shower, you're going to get a cold."

"Yea," Alexander replied softly but remained stationary, his gaze on her. "I'll shower later, you should sleep first."

Isabelle didn't argue, shutting her eyes obediently. Deep inside, she could sense something weird about him but, she couldn't seem to pinpoint what was it.

The next morning, after she woke up, she received a call from Alexander, saying that he would take her for a trip.

Even thought they had been interacting often, they didn't travel around much. She wondered about his sudden change, but instead of voicing it out, she happily agreed, randomly packing a few clothes with her.

She had assumed that he meant traveling somewhere nearby for a short while, but she had never expected that he meant to travel around half of Europe!

~*~

Alexander's car was parked in the airport's carpark, so once they entered the city, it was already 5 pm, dinner time. When the car passed by a hotel, Alexander slowed, asking, "Dinner here?"

"Sure." Isabelle lifted her lids to look at the hotel before nodding her head without any comments.

~*~

The private rooms in that hotel were always packed, but since they arrived early, they managed to get the last room.

Alexander ordered a pot of pu'er tea, the aroma from the tea diffusing in the air, lifting their spirits.

After ensuring that Isabelle had been well fed, Alexander placed his chopsticks down, pushing the cup of tea that he had brewed in advance over to her. "Have some tea, it's good for your gut. I'll go down to pay the bill."

Isabelle sipped the tea, nodding towards Alexander.

He reached for his wallet and left the room.

After footing the bill, when he was about to head back to the room, he caught sight of a familiar figure in the seat near the window.

Ever since the start of filming of "Heaven's Sword" when Helen had infuriated James, they hadn't interacted once.

Just as the rumors said, James was indeed getting closer to Ms. Wilson.

They first met when the girl was eleven. At that time, she had followed him everywhere, affectionately calling him "James". He had been annoyed by her constant harassment until the day she emigrated with her parents.

The day that James had been infuriated by Helen, he had headed straight for a bar to get a drink, that was where he reunited with Ms. Wilson.

Intoxicated from the alcohol, she had ran to him calling him "James", just like before. In a daze, he had stared at her for a long while but still couldn't figure out who she was. In the end, he was only able to remember who she was after she had told him her name.

Ms. Wilson had snatched over his phone to call herself, saving his number. She then returned to the dance floor to play with her classmates.

The next day, he received a call from her. At that time, he was still confused as to how she had gotten his number.

When they were young, he had hated how she acted like a princess. If not for his parents, he would never have been willing to play with her. He randomly threw her a few excuses after receiving her call, but when he was prepared to hang up, a notification came in, reminding him to settle the divorce with Isabelle.

Just then, a thought flashed past, and he returned back to the call and chatted a while more. Soon after, he accompanied her to the mall and even had a meal with her.

When he was about to foot the bill, a figure suddenly approached him.

James lifted his head instinctively, and his lips curled upwards instantly. "Bro..."

Before he could finish his greeting, Alexander had already yanked his collar upwards. His actions were violent and abrupt, catching James off guard.

Ms. Wilson bolted up from the seat in shock. "What are you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Alexander turned to send her a menacing glare, it looked as though she was a family enemy. Furiously, he spat out, "Don't speak to me, it'll taint my ears."

A shiver ran through her spine, and she swallowed her question, standing frozen in shock.

Alexander didn't mince his words at all, so to Ms. Wilson who had been pampered ever since young, it was a huge shock. As she stared at this infuriated celestial looking man, she was too afraid to speak, biting down on her lip, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"Bro, what are you doing?" James asked in a low voice. Even though James didn't like Ms. Wilson, he still found such actions repulsive.

Alexander ignored his question, with a cold expression that was emitting frost, he dragged James to a restroom.

~*~

Alexander knew that some secrets won't hold, but to witness James behaving intimately with another women had sent a hint of anxiousness through his burning heart.

Even though he wasn't the one who was having an affair and the person that was betrayed, Isabelle, wasn't him, he couldn't help panicking.

He was the person that was most afraid to see sadness and heartache in the eyes on that woman.

Alexander tidied his messy clothes, took in a few deep breaths, trying to suppress his anger. When he finally calmed down, he walked out.

~*~

When Alexander reached the room, he didn't see Isabelle, but just when he was about to call her, his assistant called.

Isabelle headed to the room. She pushed the door open, but before she entered, she heard Alexander's voice.

"What do you mean the things we heard in Hong Kong might not be true? I just saw him eating with another woman..."

Isabelle paused, taking in Alexander's frustrated voice.

"Didn't I tell you? I won't be going to the company these few days, if there's anything, send it to my email, I will settle it tonight."

"Meeting tomorrow? I'm not free, I won't be able to make it. ... The other party insists I make it? Then forget about the deal. ... Payment for breaching the contract? Whatever."

Previously, Isabelle had asked him why he was back from Hong Kong a day early when there was a meeting the next day. He had assured her that the matter was assigned to someone else and that the office had something important so he came back.

But from the conversation, she could tell that he probably heard about James's affair which provoked him in rushing back.

That night, he was drenched from the rain. When she had opened the door, he just stood and stared silently. At that time, she had sensed his abnormality, had even asked why he was so anxious, but he didn't explain himself. Now she knew, she knew everything.

The very next day, he said that he was on leave and asked if she wanted to have a vacation. At that time, she had agreed happily, naively believing that she was accompanying him for his vacation, but now she knew that it was never a vacation, he just wanted to clear her mind, knowing that she was about to be abandoned.

How many things had he done for her that she never knew about?

Her heart clenched.

"That's it, I understand. I'll hang up now."

When Isabelle heard the last sentence, she hurriedly released the door handle, walking down the corridor. Raising her head, she took a deep breath before turning around. Just then, Alexander anxiously exited the room with the phone in his hand.

"Alexander?" Isabelle shouted with a faint hint of tremble in her voice.

When he heard her voice, he heaved a sigh of relief and swiftly strode toward her. "Where did you go? Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the room?"

"I went to the restroom," Isabelle replied with a faint smile. "Have you paid?"

"Yea."

"Why did you take so long?"

"The queue was a little long and the machine malfunctioned."

"Oh." Even though Isabelle was clear about what had happened, she acted clueless, not exposing his lie. With a warm smile on her face, she asked, "Can we go now?"

When the car entered York Garden, it was just 9 pm.

The items that Isabelle had shipped over were placed with the estate security, and Alexander drove over to get her items before driving to James's mansion.

When they reached, he alighted to help her bring the items in.

After traveling for so many days, Isabelle was probably worn out, so Alexander was quick.

Before he left, Isabelle stopped him. "Alexander."

He paused and turned to look at her questioningly.

In a pair of slippers, Isabelle walked to the entrance of the house. "I have to go to the Williams family house tomorrow."

Alexander nodded, acknowledging her words.

Smiling, she added, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Alexander lingered a while longer before leaving.

Even though Isabelle wanted to spend every day with him, she didn't want him to neglect his work because of her.

Besides, even if she was still married to James, there was no love.

Even though she'll be the party that was pitied in the upcoming divorce, she wasn't upset at all. Instead, she hoped to end this partnership as soon as possible so that she would be able to advance to the next stage with Alexander.

If she had known that she was betrothed to James, she would have never agreed to marry him, but before she became aware of it, he had gotten into a car accident. At that time, she had wanted to get close to Alexander so she accepted the request.

Alexander had no idea how silly she was at that time, willing to become another's wife in name just so they could meet again. But that was her only chance, if she hadn't done it, she would have never had the opportunity or power to talk to him.

~*~

The next day, Isabelle indeed headed to Williams mansion.

Inside, she was fretting over how the divorce might complicate things.

But she had never expected how smoothly it would go.

In the afternoon, James specifically booked a room for both sides of the family to gather.

His lips were still swollen from when Alexander had punched him yesterday. When Mrs. Williams saw it, she started to worry exaggeratedly, heartache visible on her face.

When everyone was sitting, James signaled towards the waiter to pour everyone a cup of tea.

Mrs. Williams was confused by the gathering, so she asked, "James, why did you gather all of us?"

James picked the last cup of tea, walking towards his seat casually. He took a sip before placing the tea back down, and after looking at both sides, he said, "I want to divorce Izzy."

Mr. Williams was just about to sip his tea, but right then, his hands trembled, spilling the tea.

Mrs. Williams and the Davis family objected instantly.

"What?"

"Why?"

"James, what happened to you and Izzy?"

James paused for a moment before repeating, "Today, I came to tell you that I want to divorce."

The entire room fell silent.

Just then, the hot water boiled, bubbling sounds clouding the air.

Mrs. Davis broke the silence. "Was it because of the photos? James, I told you that Izzy and him are just friends..."

James objected instantly, "No, it has nothing to do with my brother."

This time, Mrs. Williams spoke. "Why then? Haven't you always liked Izzy?"

"I do like Izzy, but I've always treated her as a sister. Recently, I found a girl that I like more."

Mr. Williams violently placed the cup on the table, which resounded with a loud thump. In a furious voice, he shouted, "Bastard!"

Seeing how the situation had escalated, Isabelle anxiously added, "I already agreed to the divorce."

Mr. Williams paused, swallowing his scolding.

James continued, "The only reason we got together was to maximize the profits between both corporations. We have already discussed and came to the conclusion that we don't have any feelings for each other. After we divorce, we can still be friends. For the corporation between both companies, I would be willing to offer up 20% as compensation. "

"James..." 20% was worth a few million... Mrs. Williams called out his name, prepared to stop him.

James continued, not giving her any chance to speak. "I also promise that for any future corporations, I would definitely consider Davis Enterprise first."

Isabelle knew that it was time for her to make a stand, so she spoke as well. "It'll be an amicable divorce and we will still be good friends even if we divorce. I'm sure our divorce will definitely cause a stir within the business circle, but that's only in the short term, besides, as long as we're still on good terms, the gossip won't affect us."

Mr. Davis and Mrs. Davis looked at each other. Even though they weren't enthusiastic about the separation, a bad divorce in the future would be disadvantageous for them. Mr. Davis took a moment before nodding. "Izzy can decide her matters on her own, we will respect her decision."

Mrs. Williams was originally satisfied with this daughter in law, but ever since she found out that she had slept with Alexander and had even had an abortion, she hadn't been too pleased. But since her son loved her, she decided to close one eye.

Now, when they wanted to separate, she was definitely willing. When Mr. Williams was about to scold James again, she discreetly kicked him under the table, warning him off before looking at the Davis parents apologetically. "I'm really sorry for this to happen."