Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 102

Isabella walked into Alexander's ward with the takeout tomato soup. It was early morning, and the nurses were busy with their rounds.

As she stepped inside, Alexander was just about to get a shot in the backside.

The whole thing seemed to wound his pride. He glared at the nurse and outright refused to take the shot. He was used to employees who depended on his paycheck. But now, the nurse wasn't under his control, and she wasn't the slightest bit intimidated.

"Mr. Sinclair, could you lift your hospital gown a little, please? Just cooperate. I'm busy, and plenty of patients are waiting," the nurse said.

Alexander barked, "Do it somewhere else!"

Hearing that, the nurse let out an exasperated laugh. "Mr. Sinclair, this is an injection, not one of your business deals. Quickly now! Pull up your hospital gown halfway."

Isabella paused with the soup still in her hand. Her first instinct was to slip out, but the nurse caught sight of her.

"You're the patient's family, right? Perfect timing. He can eat once we're done."

That left Isabella with no way out. She had no choice but to walk to the window, turn her back to the bed, and pretend to study the trees outside.

Then, she heard Alexander's begrudging grunt behind her, followed by the nurse's teasing. "Mr. Sinclair, you're wincing more than the toddlers downstairs."

Isabella's shoulders shook with barely contained laughter. It wasn't until the nurse had packed up and left that Alexander snapped, "What are you laughing at? Never seen anyone get a shot before?"

She turned and saw him tugging awkwardly at the hem of his hospital gown, the tips of his ears flushed red. He looked nothing like the composed man he usually was.

Suppressing her laughter, Isabella handed him the tomato soup. "I wasn't laughing at you, Mr. Sinclair. I just never imagined you'd actually be afraid of something."

Alexander snatched the bag containing the soup and tore it open. "Who said I was afraid?"

For all his defiance, he didn't dare meet her eyes.

Isabella sat down by his bed, watching as he lifted a spoonful of soup and blew on it. The moment brought back a memory from university.

She remembered Alexander twisting his ankle during a basketball game, and even as he limped to the nurse's office, he insisted it was nothing but a minor sprain.

As it turned out, some things never changed.

A beat later, she found herself saying softly, "About yesterday… Thank you."

"It's just my suspicion. I don't have any proof," Isabella added.

"Then look into it," he replied firmly.

Isabella stared at him, stunned.

Alexander set the soup aside and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. When he looked at her, his gaze was resolute. "If you can't, I'll look into it."

"Theodore's already investigating. But he…" Isabella said softly.

Alexander let out a cold chuckle. "He doesn't believe it was Queenie? No surprise. She's very important to my uncle. Isabella, you should be prepared."

All at once, Isabella's heart sank.

Alexander glanced at her and opened his mouth as if to say something. But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to mock her further.

She hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to ask, "Do you know what they are to each other?"