Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 618 - Six Hundred And Eighteen : Scared Of What Isabella Would Do To Him

The third point of view:

"Goodmorning, sleepy head," Isabella woke Pedro up with a smile on her face. He was the most handsome when he slept and she couldn't resist the urge to pinch his adorable cheeks.

"Umm," Pedro groaned, burying his face into her body as his hands wrapped around her waist.

"I want to sleep more," He mumbled under his breath hugging her closer to him.

"What you need right now is to wake up, don't be a lazy ass," She hit his ass for emphasis.

Pedro couldn't help but laugh in amusement, sometimes he wondered who the woman in this relationship was.

"Fine, you have more sleep while I wash up," Isabella compromised, getting off the bed.

Pedro lifted his head, "You sound like you're going somewhere?" he inquired..

"I need to meet your mother,"

"My mother?!" His voice went a tone higher, "Why do you want to see my mother?" Pedro knew she and Cecil?don't get along anymore since she became adamant on not giving her a grandkid.

Every time they had a need to visit his mother, he always needed to come with her because both women would always end up in an argument. His mother Cecil was quite determined and Isabella was headstrong, hence it was always unpeaceful when both went at loggerheads with each other.

"No," He rephrased his question as if he sensed what Isabella was about to ask, "I need to come with you," Isabella has every right to see his mother who would soon be her mother-in-law.

"You won't need to come," Isabella said.

"I won't?" Pedro was surprised.

She came to sit on the edge of the bed, "I won't fight with your mother this time, Pedro. Moreover, that's childish of me. So in one word, I'm waving the white flag,"

"W-what?" He was stunned. What the hell was going on? This was a huge decision and change in Isabella. Is this the same Isabella he knew?

"But then, you know the reason for your quarrel in the first place. How are you going to solve -"

"Have you forgotten how smart I am?" She grinned at him, "I'm the great Isabella, I'll surely figure something out,"

"Uh.. Sure," He was slightly doubtful of those words. You can't blame him though, Pedro has seen enough fight between his mother and Isabella that it seems like a fairy-tale for them to reunite all of a sudden. Moreover, what solution does Isabella have in mind? He hoped it wouldn't worsen the situation.

He simply smiled at her, what could he do anyway except trust her.

"Thank you," she said and pecked him on the cheek before walking in the direction of the bathroom.

Pedro relaxed on the bed with his hand behind his head, a huge relief in his heart. There was something different about Isabella lately and he really liked it. It was almost as if she was changing -for good? What brought on the sudden change? He wondered.

He was just relaxing when his phone beeped and he took it from?his nightstand to discover it was a message. He clicked on the message only for a picture to open on his screen and Pedro sat up at once as if he was electrocuted.

His eyes widened and his lips trembled as he stared?at the ultrasound image. What the fuck was this? Almost immediately, a text came into his phone.

-Since you refused to honour my appointments, I decided to send the messages to you. I hope we meet now -

Pedro's jaw clenched tightly but beneath that anger, there was fear. He was not afraid of how pissed up Isabella would be at him. Isabella could hit and slap him, he wouldn't care. Rather, the disappointment in her eyes was what scared him the most. The pain of knowing that he failed her.

-Where do we meet? -

He texted her back immediately. This was a critical issue and he had to solve it before it escalated - before Isabella heard of it. He would not let anything destroy his happiness with Isabella.

A message came into his phone, and Pedro was just about to open it when the door to the bathroom was pushed open and he almost dropped the phone.

Thankfully, because the room was quite large and spacious, before Isabella could get to him, he had already picked the phone and organized himself.

"What?" Pedro asked when she stopped in his direction.

"What?" She asked back.

"Why are you staring at me that way?" Did she sense anything wrong? He pondered. Afterall Isabella was smart anyway.

He forgot Isabella was lenient when it comes to him.

"You look flustered," She noticed, staring at him with her ever observant eyes.

Pedro gulped, what does she sense?

His breathing became erratic with every step Isabella took towards him, he could hear his heart pounding in his chest. He might as well die of a heart attack before she uncovers his secret.

Isabella took more steps towards Pedro and until her feet could touch the bedside, she leaned down towards him. His breath hitched and she guessed it was from excitement, she liked that - if only she knew.

Then she smirked, "What dirty thoughts did you have of me while I was in the bathroom," her smirk widened.

Pedro let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding. Isabella had mistaken his anxiety for excitement. And he takes back his word, he was scared of what Isabella would do to him when she finds out the truth.

"Relax," Isabella patted him on the chest with a knowing grin, "Why are you so tense? I'm just pulling your legs," she stood up and in the process, took off her robe.

Isabella shamelessly and nakedly went into their walk-in closet and put on her clothes while humming a tune. She knew she was a huge tease and enjoyed seeing the blush on his face.

Meanwhile, Pedro took that opportunity to delete the messages on his phone, making sure he left no traces as he was afraid that Isabella might stumble into it - The both of them were open and transparent with their phones.

Pedro was determined to take care of everything and the both of them would continue the way they are, this time, they would be happily married. He knew this was a ploy to disrupt his marriage by his many enemies and he would not let them succeed. In this life and the next to come, Isabella would be his wife and his only wife.

"How do I look?" Isabella came to stand before him in a bright blue long-sleeve blouse tucked in belted relaxed-fit black cropped trousers and completed with snake-skin printed pumps. Her hair stumbled over her shoulder in waves and she didn't have to work hard to look beautiful, her confidence covered it all.

"You're beautiful," Pedro muttered.

Absolutely beautiful.

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