"I'm really tired, do as you please."
She didn't want to talk too much with him, because she had realized these past few days that Michael Lees never had anything nice to say to her, and every sentence was like a knife piercing her heart. She didn't want to seek out that kind of unhappiness.
Moreover, she was well aware that today had been eventful, and he must have accumulated quite a bit of anger.
She lifted the blanket and lay on her side, while Michael Lees stood at the doorway, caught in a dilemma.
Each meeting, her cold attitude towards him seemed to grow by the day.
The words of that thug in the hospital buzzed in his mind like flies, refusing to leave him alone.
Expecting another man to pick up the slack?
Absolutely ludicrous.
Who dared to father his kid, Michael Lees's child?
Anger welled up again in his heart, yet Isabella Harrison's demeanor at the restaurant and the thug's words today both left him feeling anxious.
