CHAPTER 826: CHAPTER 514: RISKING IT ALL, EVEN IF IT MEANS DEATH

Isla Linton nodded: "Yes, truly, I still love him and can’t forget him.

Because of this, I must leave you; I can’t continue to stay by your side. It’s not fair to you."

"Even if love is involved, how does it matter? The two of you can’t get back together anyway, because he loves Ivy Miller now."

Isla smiled bitterly: "That’s why I’m here now.

I love him, so I won’t ruin his marriage.

I just want to live quietly alone, without implicating you or burdening him.

This is the best outcome I can think of."

"What a crappy outcome," he slowly turned over, got off her, and staggered to sit by the sofa.

Seeing his state, Isla Linton sighed and stood up: "I’ll go make you some soup."

"If you love him so much, you don’t really need to be so good to me."

"I’m not trying to be good to you, just don’t want you to hurt your body like this."

"It doesn’t matter to you anyway," James Yinley looked at her: "Even if I drank myself into oblivion every day, how does it matter?"

"Your body belongs to you, you have many missions on your shoulders."

"My mission is to let my family live happily, let my wife be happy because of me.

Now my wife has run away, what sense of mission do I have left?"

He shook his head: "Isla, I know what kind of woman you are, you’re stubborn, and sometimes you don’t hesitate to hurt yourself just to be stubborn.

But sometimes, your thoughts are wrong; have you ever considered changing your mindset?"

Isla suddenly recalled Ivy Miller’s words of advice to her.

Those words flashed in her mind, giving her sudden clarity.

She bit her lip, remained silent, and turned into the kitchen.

James Yinley deepened his voice; she clearly doesn’t feel completely indifferent towards him, why?

When Isla came out, James Yinley was pretending to sleep on the sofa.

She approached him and gently nudged him: "James, get up and drink the hangover soup."

He made no sound and didn’t open his eyes.

Isla sighed: "I know you’re not asleep."

James Yinley opened his eyes to look at her: "After I drink the hangover soup, are you going to drive me away? I didn’t drive."

"Not driving after drinking is the right thing," she looked at him: "Do you want to stay here tonight?"

"Yes."

"Then you stay here tonight, I’ll go to the hotel."

She stood up, but he grabbed her wrist: "I won’t eat you."

"No."

"Then why are you doing this, why treat me this way.

Isla, how can your heart be so ruthless, tell me, what did I do wrong."

The sadness in his eyes made Isla’s heart ache.

But what can she do: "You have done nothing wrong."

"Then I’ll drink this soup and leave, how could I bear to let you stay in a hotel."

He took the soup from her hand, and because it was hot, he drank it slowly.

More than half an hour later, he put down the bowl and staggered to the door.

Seeing his unstable steps, Isla worried he might have an accident if he went out like this. She bit her lip; Ivy had tried to persuade her for so long, just wanting her to be a little braver, right?

"I’ll help you make the bed, there are clean towels in the bathroom, you can wash up first."

James Yinley swayed as he turned back and tightly embraced her.

Isla’s body shivered slightly: "Don’t... don’t do this."

"Don’t be afraid, rest assured, as long as you’re unwilling, I won’t force you.

I want a willing Isla.

As long as you’re willing to give me a chance, I’m willing to wait for you, always wait for you."

"Don’t wait for me, I’m not giving you a chance, I’m just... worried you won’t manage if you go out like this."

"This concern is enough."

Isla’s expression turned flustered, and she quickly turned to tidy up the bed.

That night, she was sleepless again, getting up at midnight and walking to the door, initially intending to leave, but worried James Yinley also might not be asleep.

Her hand gently touched the door, her lips curled into a faint smile, she turned and sat with her back against the door.

In this way, it would be closer, wouldn’t it?

When morning came, James Yinley was awakened by a waft of fragrance.

Upon opening his eyes, he heard the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen and got up to the kitchen door.

Seeing her like this for the first time, he surprisingly felt a warmth in his heart.

Back in Mountain City, she was the Young Madam who never needed to cook.

He pursed his lips: "Smells delicious."

Isla, hearing the sound, paused in surprise, then calmly looked at him: "Awake."

"The aroma of your cooking woke me up.