Chapter 788: Chapter 788: Be Mrs. Crawford for a Month
Isabelle Willow stared blankly at him, "You... why are you here?"
Jude Crawford had come, in the last moments of his life, he thought he still couldn’t let go of this woman, "I..."
Jude Crawford wanted to speak, but just then Chase Sullivan’s voice came through, "Yara, who’s here?"
There’s someone in the apartment!
Jude Crawford’s firm body instantly stiffened, he looked up and quickly saw Chase walking over.
Chase had taken off his coat, wearing slippers on his feet, he walked over and also saw Jude at the door.
Their eyes met, and suddenly a storm surged in Jude Crawford’s deep and narrow eyes, the two hands hanging at his sides tightly clenched into fists, he looked at Chase, then at Isabelle, a sinister laugh forced out from his throat, "So you already have a guest here, I guess I was just being affectionate alone!"
He bit his handsome jaw, the corners of his eyes tinged with crimson, and turned to leave.
He left.
He came, and then he left!
Isabelle watched his back, at that moment she had a feeling that this time when he left, he might really never come back.
Isabelle ran out, shouting at his back, "Jude Crawford, stop!"
Jude Crawford, stop!
As Jude Crawford was stepping down, he heard her voice from behind, there was a constant whisper in his ear telling him this woman wasn’t worth it, to just go!
Yet, his steps still stopped, as if beyond his control.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles bulging with veins, his handsome eyelids fluttered several times, his large hand clenched, released, then clenched again...
A few seconds later, he turned around, his bloodshot narrow eyes fell upon Isabelle’s face, "What did you just say?"
Now, he stood at the bottom of the stairs, while Isabelle stood at the top, her chest heaving continuously, her heart seemed to leap out, all these years she had never taken the initiative, this was the first time she reached out to stop him.
She knew, once she spoke, there was no turning back.
So, she stepped forward, walked to this man.
She had attempted countless times to let go, to let go of this extravagant dream, yet, she couldn’t bear to.
When she saw him with Jenny, she finally understood her own heart, that fleeting glance in the sea of people when she was young had already left an indelible mark on her life, he had carved an unforgettable imprint on her, a deep, unforgettable love.
Isabelle’s fair eyes were reddened, she just looked at him and said, "Jude Crawford, I told you to stop!"
Jude Crawford’s tightly clenched hand suddenly loosened, his steadfast heart began to soften slowly, slowly, with helpless indulgence, enough, he loved without reciprocation his whole life, but with her one phrase "Jude Crawford, stop," he should be content.
Jude Crawford walked over, reached out and grabbed her hand, he said fiercely, "Isabelle Willow, you said it, you told me to stop."
Soon, several burly black-suited bodyguards came running, directly bursting into the apartment and binding Chase Sullivan inside.
Chase was shocked, wanting to speak, but the black-suited bodyguard deftly sealed Chase’s mouth with tape.
Chase Jude Crawford, let me go, I have something to say!
Jude Crawford No, I don’t want to listen.
Chase You want to hear it!
Jude Crawford No, I don’t want to.
The sudden situation made Isabelle’s complexion change, she immediately nervously looked at Jude Crawford, "Jude Crawford, what are you doing, quickly let Chase go."
Jude Crawford looked at her nervous demeanor towards Chase, and his heart ached, indeed, she was still in love with this first love.
Jude Crawford clasped her hand in his palm, directly pulling her downstairs.
Isabelle’s knee was injured, making it difficult to walk, stumbling all the way following him, his strides were huge, dragging and pulling, he directly took her out of the apartment to his luxury car.
He opened the passenger door, ordered forcefully, "Get in the car."
Isabelle stood still, "Jude Crawford, why are you capturing Chase, did you misunderstand something, listen to me..."
Isabelle tried to explain, but Jude Crawford pressed his thin lips and interrupted her, "Everything that happened between you and Chase, I won’t hold grudges, I’ll forget entirely."
What?
Isabelle was stunned.
Jude Crawford looked at her and continued, "But from now on, I want you to be my Mrs. Crawford again for one month, just one month."
Isabelle’s apricot eyes narrowed, to be his Mrs. Crawford for a month?
"I won’t harm Chase, just detain him for a month, if you comply during this month, I’ll naturally release him, Isabelle Willow, this deal I’m merely notifying you of, for Chase’s safety, you must be my Mrs. Crawford for a month."
One month...
Why is it one month?
What happens after a month?
"What about Jenny? Didn’t you send her home, why come back to find me?" Isabelle asked.
Jude Crawford was silent for a moment, then said, "I think... what I want is still you."
...
Isabelle agreed, to be his Mrs. Crawford for a month, even though she didn’t know why it was one month, this month-long deadline felt odd to her.
But that night Jude Crawford took her back to his villa, they hadn’t divorced in the first place, it was just now she became Mrs. Crawford again.
That night, Jude Crawford didn’t touch her, early the next morning he went to the company and didn’t return.
Isabelle brought little Pip to the mall, during which she bought a small cake for him, met with him staring at the LED rolling screen in the mall.
Isabelle walked over, lovingly patting little Pip on the head, "Pip, what are you looking at?"
Little Pip pointed with his tiny finger, asking in a childish voice, "Grandma, is that person my little uncle?"
Isabelle looked up, at the center of the mall, the LED screen was broadcasting someone, the world-renowned top surgeon Prof. Zane Crawford.
"Grandma, Uncle seems really amazing, I heard his medical team recently developed a drug with remarkable effects on cancer, it’s already entered clinical trials, it says on here Uncle seems to be only 27, already a legendary doctor in the medical world."
Isabelle looked at the screen showing Zane Crawford, this photo was captured candidly, now Zane had become a mysterious figure in the medical world, difficult for any major magazine to photograph, on the screen Zane wore a clean white coat, followed by a group of medical staff, holding some medical records in his hands, the tidy and meticulous sleeves of the coat wrapped around his fair and beautiful hands, his downcast half-profile was as beautiful as jade, cool and elegant.