Chapter 328 Time to Renew
When Zaire saw Miley, he didn't freak out or anything. He just raised an eyebrow, all chill. He was standing there butt-naked, water still dripping from his hair.
Miley was shocked at first, but then she got her cool back. She gave him a once-over, twice, and then her eyes landed on a certain part of him. She clicked her tongue, like, "Hmm."
Zaire was like, "Seriously?" under her stare.
Miley lifted her chin. "Clothes are on the bed. Margaret told me to bring 'em."
Zaire didn't budge. "Where?"
Miley sighed, "On the bed."
Zaire was like, "I don't see 'em."
Miley rolled her eyes. She knew Zaire was just being a brat. He'd been spoiled since forever, so his little tantrums were no biggie. Plus, she kinda liked indulging him.
She walked over to the bed, bent down to grab the clothes, and Zaire swooped in, grabbed her wrist, and flipped her onto the bed.
Zaire asked, "What was that tongue click about?"
Miley blinked. "You want the truth or a lie?"
Zaire got closer, his fingers under her chin, pressing firmly. "What do you think?"
Miley smirked. "The lie is you're too big."
Zaire asked, "And the truth?"
Miley said, "The truth is you've gotten smaller."
Zaire's face darkened. His fingers pinched her chin, eyes flashing dangerously. "Say that again?"
Miley raised her hand, pinched a tiny distance with her fingers, and gestured. "Just a little bit."
Zaire stared at her, his expression tight. "Miley, you trying to piss me off?"
Miley's eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly teasing him.
Zaire felt a rush of heat. His hand moved down, exploring under her skirt, roughly caressing her skin as his breathing got heavier. "Miley, you really know how to push my buttons. Whether I'm small or not, we'll see by how loud you scream."
Zaire lowered his head and bit her earlobe. "Later, don't cry and beg for mercy."
Miley's eyes were seductive as she kissed him passionately.
But just when Zaire was about to lose it, she suddenly pushed against his chest.
Zaire looked at her, eyes blazing with desire. Being stopped, he seemed a bit annoyed. "What's up?"
Miley curled her red lips, her nails lightly tapping his chest. "Mr. Jose, it's time to renew your subscription."
Zaire kissed her fiercely. "Renewed!"
"But," Miley tilted her head, "I don't want to do this anymore."
Zaire asked, "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like." Miley's eyes sparkled. "Mr. Jose, I want to be your girlfriend."
Zaire chuckled, thinking she was joking. "Miley, come on."
He leaned in to kiss her again, wanting to shut her up with a kiss. But Miley turned her head, dodging him. "Mr. Jose, I'm serious."
Zaire went silent. He stared at her for a moment, then rolled off her, sat at the edge of the bed, and started getting dressed.
A hint of hurt flashed in Miley's eyes. She slowly sat up and began to fix her clothes.
Zaire glanced back at her, his brows furrowed, looking impatient. "Get out!"
Miley just smiled and didn't say a word. She got up and walked out. At the door, she paused and turned back to Zaire. "Mr. Jose, hit me up when you've made up your mind."
Then she closed the door and left.
Listening to her footsteps fade away, Zaire scratched his head in frustration. He looked down at his lower half and gritted his teeth, heading to the bathroom for a forty-minute cold shower.
Isabella came out of the shower to find Margaret holding Sweetie and chatting with Nina.
Seeing Isabella, Nina got up and walked over, touching her hair. "Let me dry your hair."
Isabella sat down at the vanity, casually applying some skincare products, while Nina stood behind her, blow-drying her hair. Through the mirror, Isabella could see Margaret playing with Sweetie.
As long as Nina blow-dried Isabella's hair, Margaret played with Sweetie, showing endless patience.
Nina turned off the hairdryer and smiled. "Looks like Mom's really taken a shine to Sweetie."
Just as Nina finished speaking, Sweetie let out a giggle.
Isabella felt a bit emotional. "Yeah, Sweetie would love having a grandma like Margaret."
Isabella thought, 'Who wouldn't want a complete family? But I had no parents growing up. Grandparents are even a luxury for Sweetie.'
Margaret said, "Bella, if you don't mind, I can be Sweetie's grandma from now on. I'll treat her like my own granddaughter."
Nina added, "Yeah, Bella. I've got your back. The Jose family is your family. We're all your family."
Isabella's eyes grew moist. As she wiped her tears, she said, "Can you guys not be so mushy? You know I'm a crybaby."
Nina gently hugged Isabella, her eyes full of concern. "Bella, we're serious."
Isabella said, "Yeah, I know. Thank you. Thank you, Margaret. With you guys, Sweetie will definitely be very happy."
Margaret stayed until late. To let Isabella get a good night's sleep, she took Sweetie to her room.
Nina and Isabella lay side by side on a big bed, facing each other. They held hands and chatted until Isabella started to feel sleepy.
Isabella fell asleep, but Nina was still awake. She gently stroked Isabella's cheek, the stress of the past few days weighing on her. Now, with Isabella by her side, she relaxed and gradually fell asleep.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Isabella was awakened by the urgent ringing of the phone.
Nina turned on the light and handed her the phone. "Bella, it's for you."
"Oh." Isabella was still a bit groggy. She took the phone without checking the caller ID, pressed the answer button, and put it to her ear. "Hello?"
A worried female voice came from the other end. "Is this Isabella?"
Isabella replied, "Yeah, it's me."
The other end said, "This is Regional Medical. Do you know Siena?"
Isabella said, "Siena? Yeah, I know her."
The other end said, "She had a miscarriage and went into hemorrhagic shock. She's in the emergency room now. It's critical. You need to come over right away!"
Isabella instantly woke up. She sat up abruptly. "How did this happen?"
When Isabella finished dressing and went out, she ran into Seb.
Seeing Seb's expression, Isabella knew he must have gotten a call from the hospital too.
