Chapter 156 Jealousy
Seb was driving. "Bring her back."
Jack was quiet for a moment before saying, "It's not that simple, Mr. Landon. Samantha wants to see you. She says it's really important."
Seb frowned. "Hand her the phone!"
Jack replied, "She insists on telling you in person."
Seb went silent.
Jack added, "She says it's about Ms. Miller."
Seb thought for a moment. "Keep an eye on her. I'll be there soon."
"Yes, sir," Jack responded.
Isabella spent the whole day at the hospital.
Seb didn't contact her once.
She picked up her phone several times, wanting to text Seb, but she couldn't find the words.
"Bella," Nina called out.
Isabella put her phone away and walked over. "Nina, you must be hungry. What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."
Nina asked, "Hasn't Seb been bringing dinner while I've been here?"
Isabella pressed her lips together. Were she and Seb having issues? Maybe he wouldn't send dinner tonight.
Nina noticed her mood. "Did you and Seb have a fight?"
"Not exactly," Isabella said.
Seb didn't argue; he just looked disappointed and left. She didn't even get to explain.
Nina frowned. "Mr. Landon doesn't seem like the type to get mad easily. What happened?"
Isabella was about to answer when the door opened.
Jack had been delivering meals, but today it was Laura.
"Ms. Miller, Mr. Landon asked me to bring this," Laura said, setting down the food and leaving.
Isabella chased after her. "Laura."
Laura turned, still unfriendly. "What do you want? Mr. Landon only asked me to bring dinner. Don't think you can boss me around!"
"You misunderstood," Isabella said. "I just wanted to ask if Mr. Landon is still at the office?"
Laura gave her a strange look. "Mr. Landon hasn't been at the office all day. Didn't you know?"
Isabella was speechless.
After Laura left, Isabella immediately called Seb.
She set aside her pride; she was really worried.
But the phone rang a few times and then got hung up.
She called again, but it was still hung up. She stared at her phone, feeling a wave of sadness.
Seb wasn't answering.
Was he still mad? Would he ever forgive her?
Isabella didn't call again, but she felt a tightness in her chest, making it hard to breathe.
After dinner, Nina told her to go home.
Isabella lingered for a while but eventually sat down nearby.
Nina looked at her, and Isabella said, "I'm not going back tonight. I'll stay with you."
Nina said, "I don't need you to stay. You're pregnant; it's not good for you to be here too long. I'll worry about you. Go home, be good."
Isabella sat quietly, not moving.
She thought, 'Seb won't even answer my calls. I can't bear to go back.'
Even if she did go back, how would she and Seb get along?
Not seeing him was already hard enough.
If she saw Seb, she was afraid she'd cry the moment she saw him.
At that point, she'd lose all her dignity and pride.
Rather than that, she might as well not go back.
Nina understood what Isabella was thinking and sighed. "Bella, avoiding the problem won't solve it. You have to face it head-on; that's the only way to fix things."
Isabella lowered her head, as if that could shield her from the world's troubles.
But she still couldn't sleep that night.
Maybe it was because the day's events weighed too heavily on her mind. When Isabella closed her eyes, she had strange dreams.
She slept fitfully, finally making it to dawn.
It was still early; Nina was still asleep.
Isabella sat up, put on her coat, and went downstairs to get breakfast.
The hospital was quiet in the early morning. The sky was gray, with the streetlights still on. A gust of wind blew, and Isabella shivered, getting goosebumps.
In the cold mist, she saw a black car driving towards her. It stopped right in front of her.
The car door opened, and Seb's familiar figure appeared, breaking through the mist and walking straight to her.
"Why didn't you answer my calls?" Isabella looked at Seb, feeling like it wasn't real.
Seb saw the dark circles under her eyes, and his anger melted away. He guided her into the car.
The car door closed, shutting out the cold air.
"Are you still mad at me because of Matthew?" Seb asked, frowning.
Isabella was stunned. Wasn't Seb the one who was angry?
"Is Matthew really that important to you?" Seb's chest heaved, and his eyes darkened.
Faced with Seb's repeated questions, Isabella felt wronged.
But she wasn't good at arguing, so she avoided his gaze and said, "I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."
If it happened again, Isabella would still make the same choice.
Because she couldn't see someone die in front of her, whether it was Matthew or not.
Seb pulled her closer. Isabella stumbled forward, her knee hitting his leg.
Seb grabbed her chin and lifted it, making her look into his eyes.
"For Matthew, you're willing to make me angry. Isabella, can you still say you don't care about him?" Seb said through gritted teeth.
Isabella clearly cared him a lot!
Seb had never been jealous of anyone before. "What's so great about him?"
Isabella was speechless. She didn't know what was so great about Matthew. But Seb's anger really scared her.
"Mr. Landon," Isabella said.
Seb's eyes flared with anger at her words.
He lowered his head, his gaze lingering on her lips. Afraid she would say something that would hurt his pride, he kissed her.
Seb was a good kisser, making Isabella tremble in his arms.
"Bella, call me," Seb said, slightly releasing her, his fingers running through her hair.
Isabella called him, "Mr. Landon."
Seb lowered his head and kissed her hard. "Call me by my name!"
Isabella couldn't resist and reluctantly complied. "Seb Landon."
Seb kissed her again, coaxing her. "Not that!"
Isabella's eyes half-opened, seeing his eyes tinged with desire, making her heart tremble. "Seb."
"Call me honey!" Seb held the back of her head, his nose brushing against hers.
Isabella was stunned. She couldn't say it.
Seb stared at her, not wasting any time, and started to unbutton her coat.
Isabella arched her back and tilted her head, exclaiming, "Stop, I'll say it."
Seb stopped, his eyes fixed on her.
Isabella felt hot inside. She bit her lip and said, "Honey."
"Yes, I'm here." Seb smiled with satisfaction, gently laying her down on the seat and leaning over her.
