After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 1151

By the time Isabella and Harold returned to Cabinda, it was already evening. They grabbed dinner together in the city before heading home.

Harold pulled up to the entrance of her villa. "We've had a long day, Harold," Isabella said. "I won't ask you in. Go home and get some rest. Come over for breakfast tomorrow."

"Alright. You get some rest too. Don't overthink things."

Isabella offered a soft smile. "I'm more worried about you overthinking."

"Harold, I'm never getting back together with Ethan, I promise."

Harold chuckled. "I know. I trust you!"

Isabella grabbed her purse, leaned over, and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight, Harold."

"Goodnight."

He wanted to pull her in for a real kiss, but she had already opened the door and stepped out, leaving him to simply wish her goodnight.

"I'll wait until you're inside."

Isabella pulled out her keys to unlock the gate, opting not to ring the doorbell.

"Just go," she urged, turning back to him. "It's late."

She closed the heavy iron gate, shooing him off.

Harold waved once more before turning his car around.

Isabella locked the gate and walked up the driveway to the main house.

Before she even reached the door, the lights flicked on. She knew her mother was awake and had come downstairs.

Cynthia couldn't sleep.

Even with the lights out, lying in bed, the fact that her daughter wasn't home yet kept her on edge.

But there was another, more pressing reason for her insomnia.

"Mom, who sent all this?"

Isabella asked in shock as she walked through the door, finding the living room completely buried under a mountain of extravagant gifts.

The only guidance Cynthia had offered was telling her daughter not to torture herself over someone else's mistakes.

She didn't want Isabella to end up lonely and isolated.

"They wouldn't say who sent it, just that it was for you. When I asked for a name, they kept their mouths shut. I tried to refuse, but they said since it was addressed to you, even your own mother had no right to turn it away."

"They just dumped everything here and left. I knew you were with Harold visiting Ethan, so I didn't want to call and interrupt. I figured I'd wait until you got back."

Cynthia peered out the window into the darkness. "Harold didn't come in, did he?"

"No, it's late. I told him to go home and rest."

They lived in the same neighborhood and saw each other every day. Missing one evening wasn't a big deal.

"Good. I didn't want him seeing this and getting the wrong idea."

These gifts definitely weren't from Harold. His staff was always exceptionally polite and would never force a delivery like a mob shakedown.

And they couldn't be from Ethan, either. If they were, Susan would have bragged about it immediately.