Chapter 415
Atticus, having seen a lot in his life, quickly composed himself and spoke seriously to Isabella.
"Isabella, I get that you're trying to look out for them, but have you thought about Emilio? He likes you, and now you're trying to set him up with someone else. How do you think that makes him feel?"
"Plus, Emilio's never cared about your past. He likes you for who you are. My advice? Either be honest with him or let him down gently, but don't hurt him like this."
From Atticus's perspective, Emilio was the guy they, as uncles, had carefully chosen for Isabella. He was the best match for her and could make her happy.
But now Isabella wanted to push him away and even introduce her best friend Olivia to Emilio? This left him puzzled.
"Atticus, I've told you, Emilio and I are just good friends. We can't be lovers," Isabella said, realizing halfway through that she was getting caught up in Atticus's words.
She wasn't saying this to get Atticus to match her with Emilio but to see his reaction to Olivia being with someone else.
Atticus, a former special forces soldier, had an impressive counter-surveillance ability that was always at work in his mind.
Since that was the case, she decided to add more fuel to the fire.
"Uncle Atticus, it's not that I'm trying to match Olivia with Emilio. Olivia recently confided in me that she's been in love with someone for a long time, but no matter what she does, that person doesn't like her. So, she feels all her efforts over the years have been in vain and plans to give up."
"And considering Olivia's qualities-she's beautiful, comes from a good family-finding a boyfriend should be easy. So, I thought of introducing her to Emilio. After all, we're all familiar with each other, making it easier to get along."
Hearing this, Atticus's expression became complicated.
But Isabella pretended not to notice and whispered in his ear, "Uncle Atticus, I'm only telling you this. You can't tell anyone else, and you can't interfere with my matchmaking. If it doesn't work out, so be it."
"However, I still hope they can become a couple. That way, I would be their matchmaker, indirectly creating a beautiful thing. Our Wilson Family could also share in the joy."
Atticus remained expressionless. "What does their relationship have to do with our Wilson Family?"
Isabella explained earnestly, "Of course, it have. Think about it. One is my good friend, and the other is the vice president of the Wilson Family. If they get married, as the eldest son of the Wilson Family, you would not only have to attend the wedding but also prepare a grand gift for them!"
Perhaps the image was too impactful. Atticus couldn't help but imagine Olivia in a white wedding dress standing next to another man. She would walk up to that sacred place, hand in hand with someone else, and they would kiss with their eyes closed.
And he would have to watch all this happen, even personally prepare a gift and hand it over?
No way!
He wouldn't allow it.
Atticus's self-control, which he prided himself on, was visibly collapsing, replaced by inexplicable anger and jealousy.
Why should Olivia just give up and walk away? Why should she say no and mean it?
He was a living person, not some object.
Wasn't it her who once told him she would love him forever, that she couldn't possibly have feelings for anyone else?
What now? Did she regret it?
Or had she stopped liking him?
Whatever it was, he wouldn't let her throw away their relationship like it was nothing.
Isabella calmly took a sip of water, noticing Atticus's clenched fists under the table, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
She knew Atticus couldn't possibly have no feelings for Olivia.
He had just been suppressing it for too long, always finding reasons not to believe in the longevity of their feelings.
But what he didn't realize was that the more he thought about it, the deeper he got entangled, and the more firmly this feeling took root in his heart.
Even if Olivia wanted to escape, Atticus wouldn't truly let go.
This was a man's possessiveness.
Seeing this side of Atticus made her feel that her efforts hadn't been in vain.
Having gathered the information, Isabella quietly took out her phone and sent a message to Emilio.
The next second, her phone rang.
Isabella cleared her throat and deliberately said loudly, "Emilio, you're here. Okay, wait for me, I'll be right out."
Hanging up, Isabella got up to leave, casually reminding Atticus, "Uncle Atticus, Emilio is outside. I don't have time to wake Olivia. Can you help me out?"
"Me?"
"Please, Uncle Atticus."
With a pleading look, Isabella quickly ran out, not giving Atticus a chance to refuse.
She had worked hard to create this alone time for Olivia and Atticus. There was no way she would let Atticus "escape."
Watching Isabella disappear, Atticus sighed helplessly.
He had no choice but to head upstairs.
As he approached the room, he kept giving himself a pep talk.
He was just waking Olivia up, nothing more. There was nothing to be embarrassed about.
He had woken Isabella up many times before.
Thinking this, he felt less awkward.
Meanwhile, Isabella met Emilio outside. She waved him over, and he nodded, joining her.
Isabella led him to a hidden spot in the living room.
Emilio, understanding, also hid himself.
They peeked towards the hall, seeing Atticus already on the stairs, soon disappearing from view.
Isabella's eyes sparkled as she turned to Emilio, "Emilio, want to see something more interesting?"
Atticus going upstairs to find Olivia had piqued Isabella's curiosity.
She really wanted to see Olivia's reaction when she woke up to find the serious Atticus standing in front of her. It would be quite a sight.
Emilio saw the mischievous look on Isabella's face and knew she was up to no good.
But Atticus was the eldest son of the Wilson Family and his current boss.
Spying on his boss's private life was inappropriate.
And he hadn't forgotten what Atticus used to do. If caught, he'd be in real trouble.
"Isabella, it's their private matter. Even if we go, we can't help. If we're discovered, it would just make them uncomfortable."