His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Dominic’s POV

I carried the tray carefully up the stairs, mindful of the bowls balanced a bit too close to the edge.

It held two bowls, one with Chicken broth for Mateo, warm, lightly seasoned, exactly the way my mother used to make it for me. And a smaller one for Isabella, though I doubted she’d touch it. From what I remembered, she didn’t really like eating soups and broths unless she was extremely ill. I wondered if that had changed.

I stopped just outside her bedroom door.

Her voice drifted out first.

“….yes, Luca, he has a fever, but it’s better now,” she was saying softly.

Luca.

My jaw tightened before I could stop myself.

I stayed where I was.

It wasn’t my place to interrupt. Not when Mateo was sick. Not when Isabella looked–sounded–like she needed familiarity and comfort. Still, something sour twisted low in my gut as I stood there listening, tray growing heavy in my hands.

“He’s sleeping now,” she continued. “No, it’s not serious. Just the flu.”

A pause.

I imagined Luca’s concern on the other end. The way he always sounded too present, too involved in their lives.

On one hand I was glad Isabella had people who truly cared about her and Mateo in her life when I wasn’t there. But on the other hand, it also irritated me to no end that he probably knew more about her now than I did.

“We’re taking care of it,” she said gently. “I promise.”

Another pause.

“Yes, I’ll tell you if anything changes.”

When she didn’t say anything else for a whole minute, I assumed that the call had ended.

Only then did I knock lightly and step inside.

Isabella looked up from the bed where Mateo lay propped against pillows, phone still in her hand. Her expression shifted something fleeting crossing her face before it smoothed out again.

“I made soup,” I said quietly, setting the tray down on the bedside table. “For both of you.”

Mateo’s eyes flickered open at the word soup.

“Hey,” I said, crouching beside the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” he murmured, voice weak.

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Chapter 90

For a split second. I saw it all flicker across her face, hurt, anger and something dangerously close to griet

Then it vanished

“No,” she said, turning back towards her desk. “It’s nothing”

She reopened her laptop getting busy with work

The dismissal stung more than it should have

I wanted to push, to demand answers, to tell her I felt like I was losing ground with her every hour

Before I could say another word, my phone buzzed.

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