Chapter 89

"Stop calling me Meatball," I grumbled. Jerome always gave me these ridiculous nicknames. I shot him a glare, took a swig of beer, and said flatly, "It's over for good." At least on my end, there was no chance of reconciliation. Just as I finished speaking, my phone rang. It was an unknown number, but after a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Hello, is this Mr. Bryce Webb? Your ordered tuxedo and rings have arrived. If it's convenient, could you come in tomorrow morning for a fitting?" I was confused. "Tuxedo and rings? I think you have the wrong number." "Aren't you Mr. Bryce Webb?" "I am, but I didn't order any tuxedo or rings. Is someone using my name? Or is this a case of mistaken identity?" I was getting frustrated, wondering who could be so childish to pull such a trick. Suddenly, Isabelle's face flashed in my mind. I gritted my teeth and asked, "Did Isabelle order these?" The caller hesitated before awkwardly replying, "Well, the other party said not to reveal their nam