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

her eyes down to

was thinking about

children and had to find a way out

the pain. You need

of the pain,

pale face, she

can you send my mom to the hospital?” Ricky asked with concern and fear written all over his

her head sideways

looking at Draxton with a

ducked her head. She wanted to stop Ricky but held

tell that Ricky was putting on

knew Ricky very well. He looked amenable but actually had a strong 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

he instinctively relied on Draxton just because they were father

was sure that after hiding from Draxton

no matter what it was, Isabella wouldn’t get in his way at

leave her and the boy helpless if

and weak to him, and the boy was too

Without saying anything, he bent

suddenly that both Isabella and Ricky were

toned arms. His chest was

bristled, and she

fists and tensed up in the air, trying to avoid touching

to Ricky, whipping around and striding out with Isabella in his

him, his small hands slowly clenching into fists as he retracted the red spot hanging between his

eyes were calm and clear, without any trace of the helplessness earlier. On

heavy as it had been that night five years ago. The

“Wrap it around yourself. Don’t catch a cold,” he said swiftly

the car.

to see Draxton driving

be honest, she was

her, he would

her house all alone and was now sending her

stroke Isabella and her eyes

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