Chapter 6

Isabella slowly came to, turning her head to stare at Matthew, muttering under her breath.

"Must be nice having money. Even the AI voice is customized. Gotta admit, it sounds pretty good."

Matthew let her scrutinize him, his gaze moving from her red lips to her slender neck.

His stare was too intense. Isabella looked down and quickly reached out to cover Matthew's eyes.

Why wasn't he blind, too?

Isabella's expression was too obvious.

Matthew noticed, frowned slightly, and picked up his phone: [We are married.]

Isabella understood his implication and gritted her teeth, "Men are all the same."

"None of them is any good!" She muttered as she got up.

Behind her, Matthew's eyes darkened a bit.

He never took his eyes off Isabella.

Soon, Isabella came out, brushing her teeth, took out her phone, and wrote: [Once I'm done freshening up, I'll help you.]

Matthew responded with his phone: [Okay.]

Seeing Matthew cooperate, Isabella smiled with satisfaction and wandered around the bedroom in a good mood.

Matthew watched her brush her teeth while browsing the wardrobe, his brows furrowing.

But Isabella's range of activities wasn't limited to that. Soon, she went into the bathroom, and after a while, she was out on the balcony watering the plants with a rinsing cup.

Isabella said, "These plants haven't bloomed. Looks like you're just like me, everything you plant dies."

Matthew didn't respond.

Isabella continued talking to herself.

"Let me tell you, my dad is a pro at taking care of things. The grapevine in our backyard was built by him, and we've been eating sweet grapes every year for over a decade."

The sound outside the balcony soon disappeared.

Then came the sound of sobbing. "The grapes I eat from now on will never taste the same again."

Their family would never be together again!

The sound of something heavy falling inside made Isabella rush back into the room.

She and Matthew locked eyes. She thought he had fallen, but it was just his phone that had dropped.

Interrupted by her emotions, Isabella glared at him fiercely.

Seeing her red eyes, Matthew pointed to his phone.

"Such a spoiled person!" Complaining, Isabella still honestly picked up the phone.

Reading the message, she laughed.

She asked, "You need to use the bathroom?"

Isabella's eyes suddenly took on a mischievous glint as she glanced at Matthew's crotch.

"Holding it in is better for a man's kidney function." With that, she happily went into the bathroom.

Matthew's eyes darkened.

But soon, Isabella poked her head out again, seeing Matthew still motionless on the bed, feeling a bit sorry for him.

She sped up her brushing.

Luckily, she had studied Matthew's high-tech wheelchair last night, making it easy to help him into it.

Pushing him to the toilet, she helped him onto it again.

Isabella stared at Matthew's still-clothed pants, blinked, and directly reached out to help.

In an instant, Matthew grabbed her hand.

Isabella understood his meaning, laughing, "You want me to leave?"

"We're husband and wife, you know." Matthew's expression didn't change.

Isabella snorted, "Use and discard."

"Fine, I'm not dealing with you."

As she turned to leave, she didn't close the bathroom door.

She was too lazy to serve him.

Isabella turned to the walk-in closet to change. She wore a white shirt dress, and when picking out clothes for Matthew, her eyes instinctively fell on a white shirt.

Matthew might be disabled, but his body and face were still top-notch.

What a pity!

Then she thought, if Matthew weren't disabled, he wouldn't have ended up with her.

Isabella smiled bitterly. "You're done already? How'd you get back into the wheelchair by yourself?"

Isabella noticed Matthew's slightly flushed face and frowned.

"Weren't you smart before, making noise to let me know you needed something? Now your male pride is acting up."

"I think you're doing it on purpose. If you fell in the bathroom, your mom would definitely blame me. You're such a petty, vengeful man."

Isabella muttered, glaring at Matthew, only to find his expression calm, making her both angry and amused.

The person in front of her couldn't hear, so she decided to let it go.

Matthew glanced at the shirt and pants on the bed.

His gaze then fell on Isabella.

Isabella helped him back onto the bed.

"You're lucky. Today, we'll wear matching outfits."

"Your face better not let me down."

Isabella immediately started undressing Matthew.

Matthew initially frowned, resisting a bit.

But Isabella kept muttering. He had never seen a woman talk so much. From the moment she woke up, her mouth hadn't stopped. Didn't she get thirsty?

"Perfect!" Isabella admired her handiwork, her eyes full of appreciation for her own taste.

Matthew's gaze fell on Isabella's thighs. When she leaned over to help him, he could see her white leggings.

Dressed like that for work?

His eyes darkened.

As the elevator descended, Isabella glanced at her phone.

"Matthew, we managed to get everything done in just half an hour today."

"Aren't you going to praise me?"

Just as she finished speaking, the elevator doors opened.

Isabella looked up and saw Chase's annoying face. "What bad luck!"

"Isabella, let me help." Chase stepped forward, his eyes glued to Isabella.

Isabella's face turned cold. "No need."

She moved a bit hastily, and because Chase was blocking the way, the wheelchair bumped into the elevator door, causing Matthew to almost fall face-first.

Isabella quickly stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, one hand supporting Matthew's chest, the other steadying the wheelchair.

Matthew saw the worry in her eyes, his gaze flickering.

"Didn't expect you to be so conservative, Isabella."

"Wearing leggings under a dress."

As soon as Chase spoke, both Isabella and Matthew glared at him.

But he was too lustful, his eyes still fixed on Isabella's thighs.

He even dared to squat down and reach out.

Matthew's eyes turned icy as he stared at Chase.

Isabella's eyes were full of disgust as she grabbed the wheelchair's armrest and hit Chase on the head.

Chase froze, feeling something wet on his face. He wiped it and saw red on his hand.

"Blood!"

"You dare—" Before he could finish, Chase collapsed.

Isabella swallowed hard. Did she just kill someone?

"Mr. Chase Moore has been knocked out!" a maid's voice sounded nearby.

Isabella's body trembled.

Matthew took Isabella's hand, finding her fingers cold. Was she scared already?

He picked up his phone: [Ignore it, let's eat.]

Isabella's throat felt dry. She glanced at the busy butler. Really, ignore it?

At the hospital, as soon as Isabella pushed open the door to the room, Cleo rushed over.

"Isabella, you bitch! Who do you think you are, laying a hand on my son!"