Chapter 1014 Dropping to Freezing Point
Leon checked Isabella's foot twice, then let out a sigh of relief. "Good news, no glass in your foot. Hang tight, I'll grab some iodine to clean it up."
He turned to fetch the first aid kit.
As Leon bent over to get the kit, Isabella felt a lump in her throat. She stood there barefoot, trying to sneak away quietly.
But Leon caught on quick. He set the first aid kit on the nightstand and grabbed her wrist.
"Thanks for worrying, but my foot's fine. No need for iodine," Isabella said, lifting her chin defiantly.
"Can you stop being mad at me?" Leon frowned, reading the emotions on her face.
"Mad at you? Really?" Isabella shot back.
"Isabella, you trust me and believe in our relationship, right?" Leon's eyes were filled with pain.
Isabella sneered, "I trusted you too much, and look where it got me."
She tried to leave, but Leon pulled her into his arms.
Isabella winced, about to protest, but Leon silenced her with a passionate kiss.
Her protests died in her throat, stunned by his sudden move.
When she snapped back to reality, she started to resist.
She pushed against his chest, but Leon held her tight, like he wanted to merge with her. The kiss was intense, almost desperate.
Isabella couldn't match his strength. He stepped forward, pressing her onto the bed.
She felt his burning skin, his heavy breathing, and knew exactly what he wanted.
But for some reason, she felt a wave of disgust. Their sex life had always been great, but today, she felt nothing but revulsion.
She believed he had been with another woman, Bronte. Her heart ached.
Unable to bear it any longer, she slapped him hard across the face.
The slap echoed in the quiet night, like a thunderclap.
Leon, stunned, looked down at her, frowning but stopping all his actions.
Isabella couldn't stand his gaze. She pushed him away with all her strength, jumped off the bed, and ran out of his room barefoot.
Leon, still drunk, rolled over and stared at the ceiling, regret etched on his face.
Isabella ran to her room, slammed the door, and locked it. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding.
Milo, who had been sleeping, woke up and started crying loudly.
Still emotional, Isabella rushed to the bed, picked up Milo, and soothed him while feeding him, feeling guilty for making too much noise.
After that night, Isabella avoided Leon, and he seemed to be avoiding her too.
Leon was out early and back late, while Isabella stayed holed up in her room morning and night.
This standoff dragged on for over two weeks.
Leon missed Milo, so he'd have the nanny bring him out every morning just to see him.
During those times, Isabella hide in her room, not knowing how long the cold war with Leon would last, but for Milo's sake, she had no choice.
As the weather warmed up, April rolled around in no time.
One day, Isabella was outside with eight-month-old Milo, soaking up the sun.
Milo, now eight months old, could crawl a bit and was chubby and adorable. Sometimes, he'd call out "Mommy."
Every time he did, Isabella felt a mix of excitement and a touch of sadness.
She and Leon should've been together to witness Milo's milestones—his first "Mommy," his first crawl, his first gestures. Isabella was thrilled about these moments, but Leon wasn't there to share them.
Isabella was lounging, holding Milo and sipping water, when Kathy's voice broke through. "Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Anderson is here!"
Hearing this, Isabella smiled a bit.
Lately, Susan had been visiting her and Milo whenever she could. Susan knew about her situation with Leon and was really concerned.
Talking to Susan about her feelings now and then made Isabella feel a lot better.
Susan walked up, touched Milo's cheek, and smiled. "Milo looks like he's put on some weight. I got him some new clothes. Let's try them on and see how they look."
She pulled out baby clothes from her shopping bag.
"I told you, Milo already has plenty of clothes. You didn't have to buy more," Isabella said, smiling.
"I was shopping for Spring and Hayden and saw these cute outfits, so I got them for Milo. It's the weekend, and the weather's great. Let's change Milo's clothes and take him out," Susan suggested with a smile.
"Alright." Isabella agreed, thinking Milo could use some fresh air.
So, she changed Milo's clothes.
Fifteen minutes later, Isabella was pushing a stroller, heading out with Susan.
They strolled through the park first, then Susan took Isabella to a cosmetics store and bought a bunch of skincare products.
"You got me so much stuff, how am I gonna use it all?" Isabella looked at the pile of cosmetics in her shopping bag.
"We're in our thirties. If we don't start taking care of our skin now, we'll regret it in a few years. We need to start now, right?" Susan said with a smile.
Isabella couldn't muster much enthusiasm.
"They say women dress up for the ones they love. What's the point of me taking care of myself?" Isabella said, feeling down.
For the past two months, she'd lost interest in everything. Dressing up, skincare, none of it mattered. She felt like an empty shell, just going through the motions.
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