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.”

old fogies in

take her out in public. Her fair face turned a bit pale and she stayed silent for a

the papers, turning away

choice but to consider

was on track, and Brittany found

of yet another dinner, Brittany had a couple of drinks

a recluse and nearly drank

someone at the table blurted

almost everyone’s

husband

Salter family drama. It was clear they

to play hardball. Isaac used to be high and mighty, and now look at

cold, “Mr. Adams,

truth? Doesn’t everyone in Imperial City know about the role you played in this? But I wonder, aren’t you afraid your

job. I remember when I wanted to collaborate with the Salter family, Isaac gave me the cold shoulder, and even looked down on me. Now he’s down and out like a stray dog. If he were to come begging, I

jabbering. No one else

her aching brow, “Mr. Adams, if you know I’m ruthless, you should also know I wouldn’t hesitate

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

pale as if all the alcohol in

‘Ms. Dustin…”