After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 110

He lifted the lid and instantly, a wave of bitter, herbal smell hit him right in the face. He made a face, his good looks ruined by a dramatic pout. “Isabella, this tea smells so bitter. Seriously, just the smell is enough to make me want to cry.”

“Do I really have to drink this? If I just drink more water, my fever will come down too, right?”

“I mean, everyone always says to drink hot water when you’re sick. I can just have a few more glasses. My fever is only at thirty-eight now, not as bad as yesterday.” He looked genuinely scared of the tea. The whole cup was dark, practically black, and it smelled just like those awful herbal medicines. He didn’t even need to taste it to know how bad it was going to be. He absolutely did not want to drink it.

If he’d known Isabella was coming to see him at work today, and that she’d actually be worried, maybe he would’ve just brought the medicine the doctor gave him yesterday and taken it like a good patient.

Too bad he’d already tossed those last two packets in the trash.

“Do you think hot water can fix everything? You have a serious cold. And who told you to drink all that water? Someone else is pregnant, not you. Why are you so worked up about it?”

“I’m not worked up, I just felt awful. I couldn’t help it, so I drank a bit more.” Ethan tried to defend himself.

“Is Natalie actually pregnant?” he asked, still looking confused. He hadn’t heard anything yet—how did Isabella know before he did?

“How should I know? I didn’t ask her. It’s her business, not mine. It’s not like she’s carrying my baby,” Isabella shot back, rolling her eyes. “Now drink this tea and stop making excuses. You’re a grown man, thirty years old, and you’re scared of a cup of herbal tea? If people heard about this, they’d never let you live it down.”

Ethan picked up the cup and took the tiniest sip. The bitterness was so intense he immediately spit it back out.

Isabella glared at him. “That cup cost me ten bucks!”

Ethan set the cup down, pulled out his wallet, and slapped a hundred on the desk in front of her. “Here, take a hundred. Just please, don’t make me drink that stuff. It’s even worse than the medicine the doctor gave me.”

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