Chapter 357: Not Really
Isabella looked at the news on her phone and shook her head at the news. Her poor brother in law had been wrongly named Demon. As far as she was concerned, Demetri Frost was as far from a demon as possible, he was such a homely man, only interested in Nora and his plants. Meanwhile the man in the news right now was a different story.
"How? How did he manage to look so delicious every morning, when he was out partying all night? That slave driver."
She moved around the room with her phone gripped in one hand as she gathered her clothing for laundry day and continued to grumble," That slave driver. When does he sleep?"
It was baffling. After a week of working for Ian Frost, she knew the man worked harder than any of his employees. While they clocked off for the day, he was still working. Even last night, she’d left the work after earning some overtime, while Ian Frost had still been pouring over some security plans for upcoming events.
And yet, here he was, leaving a party after a night of revelry, in the early hours of the morning, looking as if he did nothing but party. She knew for a fact that this picture was definitely from yesterday because he was still wearing the same shirt, only it had been unbuttoned in the picture. Dam* that man was too handsome.
She zoomed in on the picture, checking out the exposed flesh before quickly zooming out, as she blushed. Looking at his face, she shook her head again, this time at herself as she asked the picture," Hot Ian? Do you have some kind of secret energy stash somewhere that eludes the rest of the humanity? You party into the wee hours and then even go for a meeting like a bushy tailed squirrel in the morning? Do you even get a decent time for sleep?"
Isabella sighed as she tossed her laundry into the machine, still engrossed in her musings about Ian Frost. Maybe she should take Seb on his offer to party with them. Then she would be able to find out where this man got all that energy from.
As she contemplated going out with the Frost brothers, her stomach twinged, reminding her that there was a reason she had refused for going out with them and lying about meeting her parents. Gingerly rubbing her aching tummy, she bit her lip. She really needed to go visit the gynaecologist for a long-overdue check-up. Better to do it right away.
However, before she could do anything, a wave of intense pain hit her. Clutching her abdomen, she winced, panic flickered in her eyes as the pain intensified. Hurriedly, she fumbled with her phone to book a cab, her hands shaking slightly.