After I Stopped Loving Him novel Chapter 81

Isabella couldn’t help thinking, I actually hope you stay uncomfortable. Still, she put on her most caring face. “What’s wrong? Did you drink too much last night? Is your head hurting now?”

“You really shouldn’t be drinking so much. It’s not good for you,” she said as she stood up. “I’ll make you some honey water. That should help.”

Ethan looked at her with a pout that reminded her of a sulky kid. “Shouldn’t you check my forehead first?”

Isabella stopped and glanced back at him. Was he seriously fishing for attention right now? Still, she walked over and leaned in. “Okay, let me feel your forehead. Maybe you have a fever.”

Before her hand could even reach him, he batted it away, frustration written all over his face.

“You’re only checking because I asked,” he grumbled. “If I didn’t say anything, you wouldn’t have even noticed. That’s not real concern. I don’t want it.”

Isabella just stared at him for a second, then let out a short laugh, partly amused and partly exasperated. “So what do you want me to do? You’re hardly ever sick. I figured you had a headache after all that drinking last night. That’s what made sense.”

He just scowled. “It’s obvious you don’t care. All you want is my money. I’ve known you for years, Isabella, and only now do I realize you’re just after my wallet.”

She didn’t even bother getting mad about that. He was right, sort of. She did need his money for her start-up.

“Do you still want that honey water or not?” She didn’t want to keep arguing with him when he was acting so childish.

“I don’t want anything you make for me.”

“Alright then, that’s less work for me.” She shrugged and turned to leave.

Ethan jumped up and called after her. He didn’t want Natalie involved, especially since Jordan was around. Besides, Natalie might be pregnant. What if he had something contagious? If he got her sick, she couldn’t even take medicine.

“Isabella, come back!”

From outside, her voice floated back, cheerful and mocking. “Sorry, I’m already too far away. Can’t hear you.”

Ethan’s face twisted in frustration. Forgetting his headache, he rushed out after her and caught up in the yard, grabbing her arm and dragging her back inside. He all but shoved her onto the sofa.

“I told you not to go. Are you deaf?” His voice was low and angry.

Landing on the sofa, Isabella finally lost her patience. She shot to her feet and shoved him hard. He staggered backward, hitting the armchair behind him, and with one last push from Isabella, he fell right into it.