The Billionaire’s Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 12 He Scooped Her Up

She curled up into a ball and shook slightly.

Being vulnerable for a fleeting moment, she dried her tears in a hurry and turned to say to Ricky, “Mom got burned, but it was not serious. Can you go fetch me some ice from the fridge, Ricky?”

Looking at Isabella, Ricky scrambled to his feet and hurried to the fridge.

Once Ricky left, Isabella’s eyes darted to the man opposite her.

His sharp gaze raked over her, and he said, “You should go to the hospital now.”

Isabella stared at him warily.

In her eyes, Draxton was no different than a ferocious monster.

He was disguised as an elegant man, and maybe the next second, he would show his claws and strike, eating her and her son alive.

She was not overreacting, given that Draxton had been after her blood for five years.

Draxton narrowed his eyes and took one step forward.

That made Isabella’s face paler, and her slender fingers quivered.

Draxton frowned at the woman who was wrapping her arms around her knees. She looked so terrified that Draxton wondered how she had gotten the guts to do that to him back then.

He then looked up at the boy running in their direction. “She somehow also had the guts to give birth to my child,” he thought.

“Mom, let me help you.”

Ricky went near Isabella and squatted down, putting the ice bag where she had gotten hurt.

Isabella held his small hand and said, “Let me do it. Thank you, Ricky.”

Her shins and ankles were burned. Despite being stared at by Draxton, Isabella lifted her trousers and put the ice bag on the burned skin.

Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, either because of the pain or because Draxton’s sudden appearance had frightened her.

Isabella felt mixed feelings. Apparently, it was Ricky who had let Draxton in.

Ricky might be safe for

eyes down to conceal the

was thinking about

were alone, but she had children and had to find a way out for them so they wouldn’t have to live in

pain. You need to

Perhaps because of the

pale face, she looked so brittle

Ricky asked with concern and fear written all over his

her head sideways to look

Draxton with

She wanted to stop Ricky but held her

tell that Ricky was putting on a helpless look

mind of his own. Undoubtedly, he was more intelligent than typical kids. He was just four years old but very clever. Isabella had good reason to suspect that Ricky was doing so

couldn’t be that he instinctively relied on Draxton just because they were father

but Isabella was sure that after hiding from Draxton for five years, Ricky wouldn’t feel attached to him so

what it was, Isabella wouldn’t get in his way at that moment. Draxton met

boy helpless if he

weak to him, and the boy was too young to help with

saying anything, he bent down

both Isabella and Ricky

man’s toned arms. His chest was broad and warm, and his masculine air enveloped

bristled, and she felt the

and tensed up in

whipping around and striding out with Isabella in his

slowly clenching into fists as he retracted the

clear, without any trace of the helplessness

had been that night five years ago. The three of them climbed into the car, and

a blanket to Ricky. “Wrap it around yourself. Don’t catch

the car.

to see Draxton driving

honest, she was

thought that once Draxton found her, he would have her

out why Draxton had appeared in her house all alone and

guess stroke Isabella

the hospital just an excuse to take Ricky and me somewhere he can finish us