Chapter 145
Isabella had expected something cute from Oliver.
A dress was the last thing she anticipated.
This gown was utterly unique.
A sleeveless A-line silhouette flowed elegantly.
Intricate ink brushstrokes formed a misty mountain landscape across the fabric.
The hem dissolved into a deep crimson gradient.
Perched on the bodice was a small, sculpted black phoenix.
The overall effect was dramatic.
Smoky haze seemed to swirl around flames.
The phoenix appeared to be rising from them.
It was breathtaking.
Isabella had never seen anything like it.
No designer had released this piece.
So…
“Momo, you made this for me?”
Nathaniel hesitated briefly before nodding.
“Yes. It’s my gift. For your independence day.
I want you to soar even higher after all this.”
She couldn’t help but ruffle his hair.
His acting was decent, but a child designing this?
Impossible.
His momentary pause confirmed her suspicion.
Nathaniel designed it.
He had it tailored for her.
He knew she’d refuse it if it came directly from him.
Using Oliver was a clever tactic.
A complex emotion stirred within her.
She decided not to call him out on it.
“I just got out. I need a shower and a change anyway.
This is a perfect gift.”
A flicker of relief shone in Nathaniel’s eyes.
Her acceptance was all that mattered.
“Follow me. I’ll show you the bathroom.”
He turned, leading her down a lavish corridor.
She had little choice but to follow.
They reached a luxurious bathroom.
The massive tub was already filled.
Rose petals floated on the steamy water.
He’d even drawn her bath?
“Nathaniel, I really…”
“Take your time. I’ll be waiting in the dining room.”
His voice was calm, gentle. He left before she could protest.
She sighed, stepping inside and closing the door.
Sinking into the hot water, her brow furrowed.
His interest was obvious.
Under different circumstances, she might have considered him.
But…
No man, especially one of his stature, would want a woman with her history.
Raped. Pregnant. Abortion.
She had resigned herself to a life alone.
After this, she would tell him the truth.
Make him give up.
Stop him from wasting his time on her.
Fresh towels and necessities were laid out.
Even delicate underwear.
She dried her hair and slipped into the stunning dress.
A maid was waiting outside.
“Ms. Montgomery, right this way.”
The servant’s deference made her feel like the lady of the manor.
She was led to the dining hall.
She expected a grand, formal affair.
Violinists. Candlelight. Steak.
Instead, the room was quiet, bathed in soft light.
The atmosphere was luxuriously comfortable.
The table was set with simple, homely dishes.
Braised duck. Stewed chicken. Pork knuckles.
Seasonal vegetables. Steamed eggs.
Oliver and Nathaniel were already seated.
Oliver wore a t-shirt with cartoon cats, looking adorable.
Nathaniel was in relaxed loungewear, a light gray shirt.
He looked effortlessly elegant.