Chapter 124: What Exactly Is Going On?

He came out of his car and slammed the door, standing there again. “Fine. I have heard you. I have heard everything you have to say, and I… I understand. You are sorry, right? Understood. You’re sorry, and I accept your apology. Let’s not take this any further, please. Let’s just let it end here and now. I don’t want us dragging this out anymore. I don’t. I don’t want us having to argue about this unnecessary matter. And I don’t want us talking to each other either. Let’s not talk. Please keep your distance,” he warned her and was about to turn away.

But she hugged him from behind, which made James so shocked. This was the last thing he expected from Isabella, mostly from the new Isabella who had no memories of him. How could she just hug him like it was nothing? Of course, he had missed her so badly and longed for her touch. Hugging him was still so much of a shock that he could not bring himself back to reality.

He quickly shook it off and removed her hands from around his chest, flinging them away before turning around. “Stop it before I have to face Alex again, explaining myself to why you hugged me. Stop trying to cause more trouble. Even when you had the memories, and now that you don’t have them, you still just want problems. You said you don’t know me and you don’t want anything to do with me. Can’t you just keep to your words? Don’t make me come back begging for your love again. I don’t want to. Please,” James warned before entering his car and driving off.

James looked at Isabella from the rearview mirror and felt very bad living her out there in that devastated state. He wanted to drive back and go and comfort her. But then he saw Trisha. He saw Trisha trying to comfort her and then he felt a bit assured that she would be able to comfort her in place of him. So he drove off.

Feeling guilty about leaving Isabella though. He loved her, but he hated this new Isabella now. He really loved the Isabella that he knew before. He did not like this Isabella that lost her memory because she was weak and not like the feisty Isabella that he once knew. He didn't like this weak side of her. He loved the Isabella that was straightforward. He loved the Isabella that was very strong and didn't cry at intervals.

He thought that if Isabella could come back and could just remember her past, a little memory of them together, he was going to steal her from Alex. But then he thought about his career again. Just his career can't make him steal Isabella from Alex. He really wanted to make her his for good.

As James drove off, thoughts of Isabella kept running through his head and he felt frustrated and angry at himself. But there was nothing he could do about it. When James got home, he went straight upstairs. He didn't bother to eat dinner. He just went straight upstairs, took a shower, and laid on the bed.

Then thoughts of Isabella started to come back to his head. He thought. So he thought of ways to make Isabella gain her memory back. He just really missed her so much. He turned on his phone and went online and started searching for ways to get someone with amnesia to quickly regain his or her memories.

And he saw different articles. He was thinking of which one to do to make Isabella's memories come back. He missed the old Isabella. He missed the festive and the first Isabella that feared no one and did things that she wanted without impulse. He saw a lot of articles that could make someone regain his memory and he planned on carrying one out on Isabella.

He saw an article with a shock treatment. He thought if he did that, Isabella would regain her memory quickly. While he was searching, he fell asleep. He fell asleep unknowingly.

Meanwhile, Alex was at a corner parked earlier. Alex was parked in his car earlier watching the show that was going on in front of him. He parked his car at the corner and was watching Isabella and James the way they were talking to each other. And he saw James begging her to leave him alone, that he didn’t want Alex to come and start blaming him for what he did not do.

And he saw Isabella break down and cry. He felt really annoyed and angry. And he thought of ways to make Isabella's life a living hell for talking to James and crying because of James. He was very angry and frustrated that he immediately drove off.

When he saw James driving off, he went home straight, waiting for Isabella to get back so he could make her life a living hell. He barged into the house without even greeting anybody. Mirabella was sitting on the couch waiting for Alex to get back because she had something important to discuss with him.

On seeing Alex barge into the door angrily, she quickly blocked his way because she knew that if she called him, he wouldn't answer her. And she told him. She asked him why he was very angry and frustrated, but he didn't say anything to her. He just told her to move out of his way.

And then she told him, “I am going back to London to meet my husband.”

Then the next day, Alex felt elated a little because that was a good opportunity for him to make Isabella's life a living hell.

“I'll be going back to London tomorrow to stay with my husband because he misses me so much. And I also miss him. I think I've stayed enough here with you and Isabella,” Mirabella said to Alex.

Alex was very happy. And he said to her, “Fine, you can go back. Thank you for staying with us. I don't care whether you are here or you leave. Just go back to your husband. I don't care. You don't have to show it to my face that you miss your husband a lot. Just go back to him and move out of my way.”

Alex muttered and stormed angrily upstairs because of seeing. Because of the way he saw Isabella today. He thought of ways to make her life a living hell.

And he was going back and forth inside his bedroom. He didn't know what to do. And he was thinking of ways that he could hurt Isabella the way she was hurting him right now. He wanted to vent out his annoyance on Isabella right now.

And he wished she was right in front of him so he could vent out all his anger at her immediately. But there was nothing he could do. So he started plotting plans of ways to make her life a living hell, only for him to realize that Isabella packed a suitcase the day before that, that she was going to stay the weekend with Trisha and she wasn't going to come back that night.

He angrily threw his phone and threw the flower vase beside his bedside table at the mirror and both of them shattered completely. He scattered everything that was on his dressing mirror, both his perfumes and creams and his wristwatches. He yelled out loud out of frustration.

He didn't know what to do. He felt like going to Trisha's place and getting Isabella to come home right now. But then he couldn't do that. He had to wait for her to come back home.