Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 271

When Adrian returned to the room, she was still sitting by the window.

"Waiting for someone?"

Isabel had made up her mind to ignore him.

Adrian didn't seem to care. After taking a shower, he lifted her onto the bed, ignoring her scratching and clawing like a cornered cat, and held her tightly in his arms.

"If you don't want to sleep, we could always do something else."

Isabel froze.

It was like the man was possessed.

She used to dream of sharing a bed with him, of falling asleep in his arms.

But he had barely ever slept in the bed at Halcyon Hills Residence.

Even when he did come home, she had always slept in the guest room.

She couldn't blame anyone but herself.

She had brought this upon herself, arriving at this point.

...

Julian and his group landed at the airport and headed straight for the Grey Zone without a moment's rest.

At that moment, Isabel was just coming downstairs for breakfast.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw the person coming out of the kitchen.

"You..."

She wanted to ask what Martha was doing here, but the answer was obvious. This was Adrian's doing. There was no need to ask.

If she had known, she wouldn't have let Martha go on vacation.

But Martha was in her fifties. Work was important, but she deserved to enjoy her life too.

"Isabel." Martha walked over, about to say something, but swallowed her words when she saw Adrian following behind.

"Address her as Mrs. Blackwell," Adrian said, his voice deep.

Isabel retorted, "Don't listen to him. Just call me Isabel. I'm the one who pays your salary."

After speaking to Oliver, she looked at Adrian. "No matter how you try to force me, even bringing Martha here won't work. I'd rather die than cook."

She was truly done with it.

And even now, she held no value in Adrian's eyes.

All day long, it was just about cooking.

She was sick of hearing it.

She really felt like flipping the dining table over again.

"Be angry with me if you want, but you've been petty with the child long enough. It's just cooking, not like I'm asking you to do something difficult. You've made a fuss about your right hand for so long. Since Julian already fixed up your lab, if you can hold a test tube, what's so hard about cooking?"

Isabel laughed, exasperated. "How thoughtful of you to remember I need to hold test tubes. If it weren't for you, this right hand of mine would never have been injured!"

Adrian's brow furrowed. "You never said how important your right hand was."

"I didn't say?" Isabel suddenly lost the will to speak. Her appetite vanished, and she stood up and left the table.

Knowing she couldn't leave the premises, she didn't want to go to the bedroom either, so she sat down on the sofa in the living room.