Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny

Chapter 42

Isabella gasped, and her face contorted. She bent over and curled up. The

bunny girls were shocked. They exchanged a look, their heads sobering up.

“Stop faking. We didn’t do anything.”

Kiki was a little panicked too. She frowned and pushed Isabella again. “Hey,

stop it.”

Isabella couldn’t hold it anymore. After Kiki pushed her again, her legs gave

out, and she fell sideways. The frightened bunny girls moved backward.

Gordon and Tyrone came down to get breakfast, but they were met with an

unconscious person lying across the corridor. “What are you doing?” Gordon

could see that it was Isabella. So, he charged ahead without thinking and

pushed the girls away. Then, he picked Isabella up. “Isabella! How are you

feeling?”

Isabella was shivering all over as she whispered, “It hurts…”

Gordon’s eyes were bloodshot from him staying up all night. After Isabella’s

quiet moan, he felt anger flaring up within him. He held Isabella in his arms

and turned around to kick Kiki. “Damn you!”

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The bunny girls were scared. Although Kiki knew that the blow would be bad,

she didn’t dare dodge it. As a result, she soon found herself leaning against

the wall for support due to the kick. Still, she was too scared to do anything

but that.

was about to attack her again,

her to the

strode away with Isabella in

clenched her teeth, enduring

her pain

idea where Gordon was taking her.

she sobered up a little. Just my luck. Third doctor’s

gastroenteritis. Two doses of IV infusion

happens next.”

speaking, and then Gordon and Tyrone

Isabella curled up to soothe the pain a

someone gently tugging her hand.

position, refusing to budge.

Isabella.” Gordon patted

of it and extended

prick. All her attention was on her

she thought she heard Seth’s icy voice playing in her head.

in the past. Everything

Isabella said,

but he didn’t

hear her better, she

for a whole night,

that woman would argue with him. He

something, but when he

already nearly 9.00AM.

gently. Not Isabella, of course. Even

she would only talk monotonously. She sounded

around, and everything was getting clearer. Then,

beside the bed. “Why are you

alone,

for wear. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she was