After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 600

The last time Harold gave her a ride and introduced her to the pastry chef, they ended up adding each other on social media. Before that, she only had his phone number. Even now, though, they barely talked. She didn’t message him, and he never messaged her. It was just a quiet connection in the background.

She couldn’t figure out how Ethan had gotten the idea that Harold liked her. For some reason, Ethan saw Harold as his rival.

When Isabella called, Harold picked up right away.

“Harold, it’s me. Isabella.”

He gave a quiet hum in response.

“Harold, how are you? Are you feeling any better?”

“I’ve been icing it all afternoon,” Harold said. “The swelling is down a lot, but it’s still bruised. I ran out of ointment at home, so I haven’t been able to put anything on it.”

Without even thinking, Isabella said, “Let me go buy some bruise ointment and bring it over. Just send me your address.”

“It’s not a big deal. I just need a couple days to rest at home. I can’t go out looking like this, though. Ugh. Missing work for two or three days is going to cost me.”

Harold sounded resigned, almost like he was trying to laugh it off.

“Ethan didn’t hold back. He really wanted to ruin my face.”

Hearing that made Isabella feel even worse.

Isabella turned to Laura. “I’m going to drop off some medicine for Harold and get him some porridge. He said he’s in too much pain for anything else.”

“Ethan went way too far,” Laura said.

Isabella headed out. She stopped by a pharmacy for two bottles of ointment and a pack of cotton swabs, then picked up a bowl of hot porridge for Harold. She hadn’t eaten either, so she ordered a bowl for herself.

She typed Harold’s address into her phone and followed the GPS. Harold didn’t usually live with his family. He had his own place and liked having his freedom. He only went back to The Carter Estate every now and then.

About fifteen minutes later, Isabella pulled up in front of Harold’s villa. It wasn’t far from the house she shared with Ethan—barely a ten-minute drive. The gates were wide open, and the porch lights glowed bright in the evening. From down the street, she could see Harold standing at the door, waiting for her. He must have been worried she’d have trouble finding the place.

He really is thoughtful, Isabella thought, her heart softening a little at the sight.