All Chapters of Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Isabella’s POVMy whole day was exhausting. I was already expecting this when I opened my own business but the pile of paperwork still overwhelmed me.I was massaging my neck while waiting for Matteo when someone suddenly covered my eyes from behind. If I didn’t smell his familiar scent, I would’ve panicked.A smile crept on my lips as I stood there, unmoving. “Do I have to guess who you are?”He chuckled and planted a soft kiss on my hair. He removed his hands on my eyes and faced me. “Let’s eat dinner before going home?”I immediately shook my head. “Nope. You’re gonna accompany me to the grocery because I’m gonna cook tonight.”His brow shot up. “Why? We have maids to do that.”I caressed Matteo’s arm. “I’m gonna cook for Noah. Let’s go.”Matteo didn’t say anything, but he accompanied me to the grocery store. He was pushing the cart while I was the one picking goods. It was a silent and fast shopping. We only bought what we need for tonight’s dinner, and I was rushing to get home b

Isabella’s POVI woke up feeling a little better although my body felt weak. I roamed my eyes around and I realized I’m in a hospital’s private room. Beside the bed, sitting while sleeping was the man who keeps my heartbeat abnormal with his presence. I can clearly see his face. The high bridge of his nose. His frowning lips. His furrowed brows.Even when asleep, he looked like a snob.I swallowed, trying to ease the dryness of my throat when Matteo moved.“Hey…” He pulled himself up and caressed my cheek. “I’m gonna call the doctor—”“Matteo…” I grabbed his hand, stopping him from leaving.He sat on the side of the bed, staring down at me. “What’s wrong? Do you still feel nauseous?”I shook my head. “I feel weak, but not nauseous. What…happened to me?”I remember I suddenly felt sick. My stomach flipped. I puke. And then my body suddenly felt weak.Swallowing hard, I remembered the food. But that’s not the only thing that bothers me now. I’ve been sleeping with Matteo. Although I tak

Isabella’s POVMatteo did not ask anything as he silently drove his car to the hospital. I was gripping my phone tightly while looking outside the window. The world outside seemed peaceful, but behind it was stories that are either deserved to tell, or painful to share.Miss Joanna’s words lingered in my head like a broken CD. I can recall every single, exact word she said and I don’t understand why the Sanchez’s are trying to take Alan away.He’s a homeless kid. Sure, we don’t know where he came from. But it’s impossible for him to be related to the Sanchez’s. It’s impossible that he’s Mr and Mrs Sanchez’s son. Could it be he’s the child of either Damon or his sister?No! I shook my head. That couldn’t be possible.“Don’t think too much,” Matteo broke the silence with careful words and gentleness in his eyes.I took a deep sigh, meeting his eyes. “I can’t understand, Matteo. The Sanchez’s are trying to take Alan away, saying he’s their relative.”His forehead creased as he constantly

Isabella’s POVI studied all the evidence we had that we tried to find Alan’s relatives after he was abandoned in front of the orphanage. It was already midnight when someone knocked on my bedroom door.I rolled the blanket off of my feet after putting Matteo’s laptop, he borrowed me, on the bed. Yawning, I opened the door. Not even bothering wearing my slippers.“Still up?” It was Matteo, looking into my eyes directly like he knew where I was standing behind the closed door. His eyes raked my whole and his brows furrowed, looking at my feet.I inhaled and yawned again. “Hm… I’ll sleep after a few minutes.”He shook his head and offered his hand to me. I looked at him, confused. “What…are you doing?”He tilted his head. “Take my hand. Let’s go to my study room. We’ll do this together.”I blinked thrice. “But…you have a meeting tomorrow.”“Doesn’t matter.”I hid my hands behind my back as I shook my head. “No, Matteo. You still need to go to work tomorrow.”“You are too.” He frowned. “

Isabella’s POVI was having a hard time finishing all my paper work when the door of my office slid open. My silent, average size, and simple office seemed to become so elegant and colorful when a tall man entered. His coat was in his left hand. The sleeves of his white button-down polo were folded to his elbow. The first two buttons were open, and despite his crumpled expression and messy hair, he looked extra hot when he arrived.My lips curved into a smile because of him. “What’s wrong?”He walked towards me, leaned down, and kissed my lips before he sat on the corner of my table. “I was just pissed about my meeting before coming here.”I gave him a slow nod. “Let me guess… A woman?”He leaned close again and caressed my chin, staring into my eyes. “Kiss me more. To make me feel better.”I chuckled and pecked on his lips. “Better?”His smile showed. Finally!He looked at my table. “You’ll work overtime?”I nodded. “Hm. I need to finish some paperwork.”He sighed. “Have you eaten? L