Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 85

This time, Isabella learned her lesson. She set her own alarm so that Theodore wouldn't ask for a day off on her behalf without her permission again.

When her alarm went off, she genuinely felt like she was suffering through judgment day! She mentally hyped herself up over and over. Finally, for the sake of that high salary of hers, she convinced herself to sit up in bed.

But… she felt really weak. It was as if every ounce of energy in her muscles had been drained. It felt strenuous to even lift a finger!

Theodore was absolutely inhumane. Who said that only men were drained from all the hard work they put in? Isabella, for one, had never seen the strong Theodore feeling exhausted.

She practically had to crawl to go wash up. When she headed downstairs, her legs were still weak.

When she heard some noise coming from downstairs, she paused, wondering if Queenie had returned.

By the time she got downstairs, she saw Theodore emerging from the kitchen with an apron around him. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and chiseled wrists. He even had some flour stuck to the tips of his fingers.

When he noticed Isabella's unstable gait as she held onto the railing of the stairs for support, he furrowed his brows ever so slightly. Nonetheless, he continued walking toward the dining table with a glass bowl in his hands.

"You're awake. Come and have a seat," he prompted in a voice that sounded lower than usual.

He always spoke differently to Isabella. He did not sound as frigid as he usually did when he spoke about work matters.

"I'm keeping some oats warm in the pot. There's some berry compote to go with it so that it'll taste a little more refreshing."

Isabella dawdled toward the dining chair. Right after she sat down, she spotted a medicine bottle on the edge of the table from the corner of her eye. The label read "morning-after pill".

Instantly, she froze, almost forgetting to breathe.

When Theodore came out from the kitchen, the first thing he noticed was Isabella sitting there stiffly, looking pale.

He followed her gaze, glancing toward the edge of the table. The frown on his face deepened even further.

However, he did not rush to explain himself. He simply walked over and moved the medicine bottle closer toward his side with a touch so gentle that it looked like he was afraid that he'd break it.

"Have some oats first," he prompted.

The rare gentleness in his voice faded slightly and was replaced by an almost unnoticeable tension. "Your food is getting cold."

Isabella did not budge. The muscles in her throat became so tense that she couldn't make a sound.

This entire time, they had shared a tacit agreement not to have children. After all, they were going their separate ways a year later. Having a child would be troublesome for them.

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