Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 692 - Six Hundred And Ninety-two: What Did You Do

Chapter 692 - Six Hundred And Ninety-two: What Did You Do

The third point of view:

"Do you feel pain anywhere?" Pedro asked, massaging Isabella's shoulder who laid back on his chest enjoying the treatment.

After her parents left, it was just the both of them. Pedro was filled with guilt and thus, he was trying to do everything he could to make her comfortable.

"Mmm," was all Isabella said to him as he readjusted his position and came down from the bed. Pedro couldn't explain it but it seemed as if Isabella was angry at him.

Unlike other women who yelled and expressed their emotions at their partners when angry, Isabella was the opposite of it - she would not say a word but express it passively. That made him more attentive when around her. Just like right now, he could tell that she was mad at him. Very, very mad.

Pedro didn't give it many thoughts believing that she was merely angry that he was late to see her. So he went ahead with his plan of making it up to her and now picked the fruit salad he had ordered to be prepared.

"Open up," Pedro told her as he dug the fork into the plate and picked up a piece of strawberry intending to feed her.

Isabella obediently opened her mouth and took the fruit, chewing on it.

"How does it taste?" Pedro asked, expecting an enthusiastic reply since he had specifically ordered the tastiest fruits.

"How do you expect it to taste?" Isabella asked back to his surprise.

He blinked.

"It's good as expected," she smiled at him.

Pedro's brows furrowed in confusion, that was the most insincere smile Isabella had ever given him. What was wrong??What was he missing out on?

"What are you waiting for?"

"What?" Pedro was roused from his reverie.

"Are you trying to stir my appetite or what? If you're going to feed me, do it properly" She ordered him.

"Oh," Pedro finally grasped the situation. Apparently he had hesitated in feeding her because he had been lost in his thoughts.

"I'm sorry about that," he laughed awkwardly and continued to feed her, and thankfully, she was responsive.

Although Pedro fed her varieties of fruits, he didn't make the mistake of asking Isabella how it tasted again having learned from the first lesson. It was official now, Isabella was mad at him and all that was left for him was to figure out what he did wrong.

No matter how much he thought about it, it was too petty of Isabella to hold a grudge against him because he arrived late at the hospital. It was simply childish and not like Isabella to do so. Pedro was sure it was something else.

"I met with the doctor and it was just as you said, you're suffering from stress and a low blood sugar," Pedro said, putting the plate aside since he was done with feeding her.

He then took her hand saying, "You don't have to worry about a thing, I promise that you won't feel neglected anymore. This time, we'd do everything together, even to the smallest detail," Pedro was sure that he would melt her cold heart with his sweet words.

"Good for you then," Isabella said and pecked him on the forehead like she normally does when going to bed. To his surprise, she then gathered the sheet around her to cover herself totally.

"What are you doing?" Pedro was stunned. He hadn't been able to comprehend a single one of Isabella's actions today.

"Going to sleep," she said.

"But it's...." he checked his wristwatch, "It's eight in the evening, Isabella, if you end up falling asleep I won't be able to wake you up and we won't be able to go home today. I spoke to the doctor earlier and he says you're free to go," Pedro explained, still baffled by her action.

Unfortunately, Isabella paid deaf to his words and instead made herself comfortable on her hospital bed, asking, "Who said anything about leaving? "

"Huh?"

"I'm spending the night at the hospital today," she stated.

Pedro's jaw opened and closed on its own as words couldn't come out. He used his palm to rub down his face and released a deep breath.

He faced her, "Why?" he added immediately, "Why do you want to sleep at the hospital today, Isabella, when you have a perfect bed back home?"

Isabella thought over it, "Well, because I have the freedom of sleeping any place I desire and because my body desires so and because I want to? Any other questions?" she asked politely yet there was a hint of mockery in her tone.

Pedro didn't say anything else rather scrutinized his fiancée who was giving him a bitter version of the word, "cold shoulder"

He pushed his seat closer to his fiancée who simply tugged the sheat closer to her chin. While Isabella's face seemed warm and welcoming, the amber of her eyes was burning with an emotion he couldn't exactly describe. Yet.

"Why do I feel like you're mad at me?" Pedro asked, rubbing his temple where he felt a throbbing headache.

"Who knows?" Isabella pretended to be clueless, "That's just your unproven theory,"

"Isabella!" His tone was firm.

"No longer, babe?" Isabella chuckled,

"Moreover, why are you raising your voice on a sick patient?" She was enjoying this.

Unknown to Pedro, Isabella swore she was going to torment him until he confessed to her. He was the first to begin this game of hide and seek and she would be the one to end it.

"Tell me, Isabella, what did I do wrong?" Pedro finally figured it out.

Isabella was doing this to him on purpose nor was she going to stop anytime soon until he admitted his mistake. Unfortunately, they can't be fighting with their wedding around the corner. He had to resolve this as soon as possible.

Upon hearing that question, Isabella sat up and drew closer to her wonderful fiancé, "What you did wrong?" she pursed her lips and then drew closer to his ears to whisper, "You should be in the best position to know what you did wrong, my love"

Pedro stood at the spot with his brows furrowed while Isabella went back to lying down on her bed. She then told him, "Switch off the light on your way out,"

And of course, she kicked him out.