The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

Harrison had done his best for her, and Isabella had done her best for him.

There was nothing lacking in their marriage—except for the fact that Isabella didn’t have much time left to live.

"It was a marriage built on interests, but I don’t regret marrying you."

"I don’t regret marrying you either."@@novelbin@@

"Harrison, when I die, find someone better. You’ll be a husband who is loved and respected by anyone."

"You are my first and last wife. Don’t say things like that, Bella."

In reality, if not for the Sinclair Chairman’s request, Harrison would have spent his whole life alone, solely looking after Cherry.

That was why Isabella was all the more precious to him.

Because she was precious, he loved her. To him, she was someone irreplaceable, a stroke of luck in his lifetime.

"Chairman, why did you suggest I marry Bella? I’ve always wondered why it had to be me."

One day, when he and Isabella were leading a peaceful married life, Harrison had asked the Sinclair Chairman that question. What had the Chairman answered back then?

"Do you often interact with the Ludfisher family?"

"Yes. I visit the marquis’ estate once a week. Her family seems deeply concerned about her health. She was raised with a lot of love."

"You care for Cherry in the same way, don’t you?"

"…Excuse me? I—I believe I care for Cherry even more deeply than that."

"Haha. That’s why. That’s why I arranged for you to marry the daughter of Marquis Ludfisher. Because you care about Cherry. I’m just glad Isabella turned out to be a good wife for you. Of course, I had a feeling she would be, which is why I introduced you two in the first place. But still, please continue treating her well. I know you already do, but… she’s a pitiful child."

Harrison had assumed that the Chairman called Isabella pitiful because she had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.