The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 711

Zella was forced to endure, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Marcel seemed incredibly satisfied. When it was over, he pulled her into his arms, “I’ve heard from Mom that Nova is getting better?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s try to give Nova a little brother or sister.”

Zella suddenly remembered they hadn’t taken precautions!

“Marcel, I don’t want to do that right now.”

Zella struggled out of his arms, “You promised me that once Nova gets better, I can go back to work.”

Marcel didn’t like her defying him, nor did he like the idea of her working. His eyes darkened a bit as he spoke, “Zella, behave.”

Zella pursed her lips; she knew he was getting annoyed.

She took a deep breath, and then slowly sat back on his lap, her voice softening, “Give me a bit more time.”

Marcel surprisingly showed a bit more patience. His hand grazed through her hair, making a slow, affirmative hum.

“In a few days, there’s the Salter family feast. You don’t need to go.”

think much of the old fogies in the

thought he was unwilling to take her out in public. Her fair face turned

the papers, turning away the lawyer

no choice but to

she was developing with Wesley was on track,

had a couple of drinks and was having a low

a recluse and nearly drank himself

someone at the

Isaac’s name, almost everyone’s gaze fell

they once husband and

Salter family drama. It was clear they had

“Ms. Dustin, you really know how to play hardball. Isaac used

“Mr. Adams, watch your

in Imperial City know about the role you played in

on me. Now he’s down and out like a stray dog. If he

on jabbering. No one else dared to utter a word.

you should also know I wouldn’t hesitate to take you down

Isaac had a fight to the death. It was their business and not for

the alcohol in his system had suddenly

‘Ms. Dustin…”