Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 187

For six days straight, Isabella hadn't been able to reach Theodore. Not a single call, not a single word. Why hadn't he said a word?

She couldn't sit still any longer and went to check with the attending doctor about leaving the hospital. But the doctor shook his head, looking awkward and helpless as he said, "I really can't do anything, Mrs. Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair gave strict orders that you can't leave early. Even if you went to the hospital director, it wouldn't help."

Isabella's heart sank. Another order from Theodore. He had left in such a hurry, yet he managed to set everything up for her to stay in the hospital.

Had he anticipated that something would happen to him on this business trip? If that were the case, why hadn't he taken her with him? Why had he gone alone? Not even taking Caleb with him!

"Take me back to my room," she said to the bodyguard behind her.

The bodyguard pushed her wheelchair back down the hall. The door was guarded, and the doctor wouldn't let her leave. Her foot was still injured, so getting out on her own wasn't an option. Even if she begged Emma, with her blind loyalty to Theodore, she wouldn't help her escape.

So...

It was 11:00 pm, and the hospital corridor's bright lights had been turned off, leaving only a few dim ones. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. The drowsy bodyguard snapped awake, turning his head just in time to see three men quickly approaching.

One look and the bodyguard knew he was under attack. He went on the defensive, but they were too fast. He barely had time to call for backup.

The three men moved into a triangle formation, trapping him. Without a word, one drew a collapsible baton from his waist and swung it toward the bodyguard's face with a whoosh of air.

But the bodyguard, chosen by Theodore for his skills, reacted quickly. He dodged just in time and grabbed the attacker's wrist. But then came a sharp pain in his lower back. The second man had slammed his knee into it.

Pain shot through him, but before he could recover, the third man kicked him in the stomach.

The bodyguard tried to shout but couldn't. The other men were being careful to keep the noise low, only the sound of fabric rustling and the bodyguard's muffled grunts could be heard.

In less than half a minute, the bodyguard was pressed against the wall. A sudden sting shot through the back of his neck—someone had injected him with a tranquilizer.

Inside the room, Isabella leaned against the headboard and pressed her ear to the wall. She listened carefully to the sounds in the hallway. When she heard the door being pushed open, she lifted her head sharply, staring straight at the men entering the room.

She turned her face away, muttering, "Thank you, Mr. Sinclair, for today."

Alexander chuckled softly.

She waited a few seconds, but he didn't move. Frowning slightly, she asked, "Can you just take me to a nearby hotel?"

Alexander's voice was low, teasing. "Are you afraid of me, Isabella?"

Isabella's hands clenched into fists, but she forced a smile. "Mr. Sinclair, what are you talking about? Why would I be afraid of you?"

The next second, his large hands wrapped around her fists. She flinched, instinctively trying to pull back, but he tugged her closer to his chest with surprising strength.

"Try moving again, and I'll kiss you."