Chapter 227 - Two Hundred And Twenty-seven: Wear A Metal Pant (2/2)
”You both are so cute together, ” gushed her therapist who goes by the name Silvia while I made a mental note of requesting that picture later.
I cleared my throat, ”Is she done for the day?”
”Of course,” Silvia lowered herself to Izzy's height, ”Do remember to send photos of your new friends to me,”
”Yeah, in your dreams,” Isabella clicked her tongue and faced me saying,” I'll wait for you in the car, don't keep me waiting for long,”
”She's a darling yet a handful,” Silvia observed.
”Yeah,” I acquiesced before focusing my attention on this beautiful therapist. I would have gotten into her pants already if I was back to my playboy ways.
”I can't thank you enough for what you have done for my daughter,”
She waved it off with a laugh, ”Nah, I just did my job. Moreover, the only reason this treatment was effective was that you took my advice seriously and worked hard to see your daughter returned to normal. You're the one who should be proud of your achievement,”
Well, I was not going to lie, it had been quite a tough struggle the past weeks dealing with Isabella.
”Alright,” I tucked my hand into the pocket of my jeans,” I'll keep you updated on her progress,”
”Sure” she agreed.
I hugged her, not to feel her curves- mind you- I'm a changed man.
By the time I made it to the car, Isabella was giving me judgemental looks.
”What?” I asked when her scorching gaze became too much.
”Nothing,” she pursed her lips.
Liar.
I continued the drive home since we would be leaving in a few hours.
”Look, I didn't hit on your therapist if that's what you're thinking- I'm still grieving for Maya,” I explained myself.
Isabella had seen me at my worst behavior - which I'm not proud of- it was not surprising for her to think that way.
”Then keep up your grieving for five years more,” Isabella conditioned.
My head whipped towards her from shock,” Are you for real?”
”I don't need any woman in your life for five years- loved or not. Are you not up for it?” She cocked her brow challengingly.
The corners of my mouth quirked.
I was a man, how was I going to bring to a standstill my sexual urges for that long? Isabella might as well have told me to wear metal underwear with a lock and key. Fine, it's all for Maya.
”Deal,”