After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 667

Dylan Main made his entrance with a whole team of bodyguards trailing behind him. He loved a bit of drama, and when it came to his own safety, he never took chances. There were always at least eight bodyguards with him, sometimes even more.

The hotel manager and supervisor led the way, clearing a path so no one would get in Dylan’s way.

As soon as Dylan stepped outside and spotted Isabella and Linda, he stopped in his tracks. His face lit up with a brilliant smile as he called out to Linda, “Linda, I didn’t expect to run into you here. What are the odds?”

He looked at Isabella, his eyes lingering just a moment too long. “And I’m even more surprised to see Mrs. Adams with you.”

Linda rolled her eyes. “Dylan, do you hear yourself? You make it sound like Isabella and I are sneaking around behind everyone’s backs.”

Isabella didn’t say a word, but her silence said plenty.

Dylan laughed, holding up his hands. “Okay, that came out wrong. I just meant, isn’t it weird to see Mrs. Adams hanging out with you? I thought you two were supposed to be rivals.”

Everyone knew Isabella was Ethan’s wife, and Ethan and Douglas were sworn enemies. By extension, Isabella and Linda should have been enemies too. At least, that’s how it looked from the outside.

Linda shot back without missing a beat. “What’s it to you? You really don’t need to stick your nose in everything.”

Dylan just grinned, unfazed. “I’m just curious, that’s all. I wouldn’t dare get involved in your business.”

Isabella cut in. “Dylan, Ethan and I are divorced. Just call me Isabella George from now on. Drop the Mrs. Adams.”

With that, Linda took Isabella by the arm and the two of them walked right past Dylan, heading into the hotel.

Dylan watched them go, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. He turned to the managers and said, “Make sure Linda and Isabella are well taken care of.”

“Yes, Mr. Main.”

Dylan started to walk off, then paused. He looked over at the manager. “I’ll be staying at Kaston for a few more days. Don’t touch my room.”

“Of course, Mr. Main,” the manager replied, all respect. He understood exactly why Dylan was sticking around—he couldn’t take his eyes off those two women, especially Linda. She was sharp and capable, gorgeous and totally unfazed by Dylan’s status. She didn’t give him the time of day, and the manager couldn’t help but wonder what her story was.