Chapter 692 - Six Hundred And Ninety-two: What Did You Do (1/2)

The third point of view:

”Do you feel pain anywhere?” Pedro asked, massaging Isabella's shoulder who laid back on his chest enjoying the treatment.

After her parents left, it was just the both of them. Pedro was filled with guilt and thus, he was trying to do everything he could to make her comfortable.

”Mmm,” was all Isabella said to him as he readjusted his position and came down from the bed. Pedro couldn't explain it but it seemed as if Isabella was angry at him.

Unlike other women who yelled and expressed their emotions at their partners when angry, Isabella was the opposite of it - she would not say a word but express it passively. That made him more attentive when around her. Just like right now, he could tell that she was mad at him. Very, very mad.

Pedro didn't give it many thoughts believing that she was merely angry that he was late to see her. So he went ahead with his plan of making it up to her and now picked the fruit salad he had ordered to be prepared.

”Open up,” Pedro told her as he dug the fork into the plate and picked up a piece of strawberry intending to feed her.

Isabella obediently opened her mouth and took the fruit, chewing on it.

”How does it taste?” Pedro asked, expecting an enthusiastic reply since he had specifically ordered the tastiest fruits.

”How do you expect it to taste?” Isabella asked back to his surprise.

He blinked.

”It's good as expected,” she smiled at him.

Pedro's brows furrowed in confusion, that was the most insincere smile Isabella had ever given him. What was wrong? What was he missing out on?

”What are you waiting for?”

”What?” Pedro was roused from his reverie.

”Are you trying to stir my appetite or what? If you're going to feed me, do it properly” She ordered him.

”Oh,” Pedro finally grasped the situation. Apparently he had hesitated in feeding her because he had been lost in his thoughts.

”I'm sorry about that,” he laughed awkwardly and continued to feed her, and thankfully, she was responsive.

Although Pedro fed her varieties of fruits, he didn't make the mistake of asking Isabella how it tasted again having learned from the first lesson. It was official now, Isabella was mad at him and all that was left for him was to figure out what he did wrong.

No matter how much he thought about it, it was too petty of Isabella to hold a grudge against him because he arrived late at the hospital. It was simply childish and not like Isabella to do so. Pedro was sure it was something else.

”I met with the doctor and it was just as you said, you're suffering from stress and a low blood sugar,” Pedro said, putting the plate aside since he was done with feeding her.

He then took her hand saying, ”You don't have to worry about a thing, I promise that you won't feel neglected anymore. This time, we'd do everything together, even to the smallest detail,” Pedro was sure that he would melt her cold heart with his sweet words.

”Good for you then,” Isabella said and pecked him on the forehead like she normally does when going to bed. To his surprise, she then gathered the sheet around her to cover herself totally.