Chapter 22  I Need An Explanation

She couldn’t get such a belly by eating too much.

Next second, With a dark face, Christian strode to the bathroom.  

After rushing into the washroom, Isabella, however, did not vomit anything, but only felt weak.

Why I can't stand even the slightest fishy smell after I got pregnant?

Isabella washed her face with some warm water. When she raised her head, she saw Christian standing behind her in the mirror, with his eyes fixed on her.

Isabella ignored him, trying to walk past him.

"Isabella." Clutching her wrist, Christian’s face darkened: "I need an explanation."

"Mr. Miller, don’t you think you are too good at imagining?" Isabella felt that her wrist was burning. She then pretended to be calm and said, "I'm just too full. That’s it."

Christian interrupted her: "You know it’s not like that."

His gaze was so sharp that Isabella trembled in fear. Seeing that she was unable to free herself from his grasp, she straightforwardly admitted it, "Yes. I'm pregnant."