Chapter 117

YSABELLE

I dragged Cleo away from the boat, but she instead pulled me inside their boat. She gave me a towel as we were soaked. The plan of not getting wet was now out of the picture.

"What are you thinking, Ysabelle? Why did you get back to him? Why did you tell him about the twins?" She gritted her teeth in irritation.

"He's a great father to the twins, Cleo."

"Yeah, great father but a bastard husband– I mean, ex-husband."

She really can't move on.

"That's already in the past. Let's move on."

"I won't move on! Come on, he's a Volkov–”

"So what? He's helping father now after Connor created a mess."

She rolled eyes. "Whatever."

"Anyway, who's with you?"

"Tristan… my fiancee.”

My eyes widened, surprised that the playboy finally proposed.

"You're getting married?"

I mean, Tristan was known as a Playboy or chicken magnet. I don't know what she saw in him that she fell head over heels in that jerk.

"Yes."

My brows furrowed. "And not telling me?"

"I'm annoyed, okay? I'm sorry.”

"Good for