Under His Protection

Chapter Nine: Cooking for Wife

Isabella quickly refused, “I’m not cold.”

Vincent nodded, “Don’t take it off, it’s just a few steps, we’ll be there soon.”

Isabella stopped refusing upon hearing this and silently followed Vincent.

They walked through the meticulously groomed courtyard, and Vincent stood in front of the door and entered the passcode.

“The door code is 1212, remember it.”

Isabella nodded, then silently repeated it twice in her mind.

Opening the door, the first thing that caught their eyes was a spacious hall, elegantly decorated with no excess.

Vincent bent down to change his shoes and then brought out a new pair of slippers for Isabella.

“These are for guests, tomorrow I’ll have someone buy you a new pair.”

Isabella immediately shook her head, “No need to bother.”

Vincent didn’t respond to her refusal, instead he led her to the sofa in the living room and handed her the TV remote, “You watch TV for a while, I’ll go cook.”

Isabella looked at him somewhat shocked, “You can cook?”

Vincent: “What’s so surprising? Cooking isn’t difficult. I only know some home-cooked dishes. You can tell me what you want to eat, nothing too difficult or exotic.”

Isabella didn’t expect to be able to order food, but she couldn’t actually order. She just smiled and said, “You can cook whatever you want, I’m not picky.”

Vincent nodded. Isabella didn’t know if she was picky, but he knew that many pregnant women have poor appetites, so he should pay more attention to their diet.

Before going into the kitchen, Vincent sent a message to Hall, asking him to prepare a list of things to note during pregnancy.

As soon as he sent the message, Hall immediately sent over a file.

At the end was a sentence: Your friends are all curious and about to explode. Aren’t you going to explain a bit?

Vincent replied: Busy.

Hall: No, what are you busy with?

Vincent: Cooking for my wife.

Hall: …

Hall: ???????

After replying, Vincent casually placed his phone on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

At this point, Isabella must have been very hungry, so Vincent didn’t cook anything too difficult.

He simply made four dishes and a soup, all with less oil and salt.

When the dishes were ready, Isabella quickly turned off the TV and walked to the dining room. She wanted to help with the bowls and chopsticks, but as she was about to go to the kitchen, Vincent quickly stopped her.

“Sit down and wait, I’ll get it. Don’t go to the kitchen in the future, just call me when you’re hungry.”

Isabella pursed her lips and reluctantly sat down.

Now she could see that Vincent really cared about this child. He casually mentioned giving her two billion for this child, then they had a contract marriage, and he helped her move.

If he didn’t really care, he wouldn’t go to such lengths.

Vincent’s cooking skills were very good, much better than Isabella’s, who was not interested in cooking. She didn’t hate it, but her cooking was really average.

But Vincent’s dishes were really delicious.

Isabella was already a bit hungry, so she couldn’t control herself and ate more than usual.

As a result, as soon as she finished eating, she started to feel nauseous and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

Vincent was initially happy to see her enjoying the meal, but he never expected this outcome.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He followed her to the bathroom and patted her back.

Isabella vomited everything out, leaving her face, which was originally fair, flushed.

Vincent felt sorry for her. After Isabella calmed down, he said, “Sorry, I’m not good at making meals for pregnant women. I’ll learn tomorrow.”

Isabella was feeling uncomfortable, but when she heard him say this, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“What does this have to do with you? I just ate too much because it was so delicious, couldn’t resist.”

Vincent didn’t say anything, furrowing his brows slightly as he helped her tuck the strands of hair that had fallen due to vomiting behind her ear.

Isabella’s expression stiffened slightly.

She felt that this action was somewhat strange, but couldn’t pinpoint what was strange about it. She could only attribute it to overthinking.

Vincent originally wanted to familiarize Isabella with the environment of the house, but seeing her uncomfortable, he had to dispel that idea and directly took Isabella upstairs to rest.

Vincent’s house had many rooms, and Isabella hesitated at the top of the stairs.

“Which room do I stay in?”

Vincent led her directly to the nearest room. “This one.”

Isabella nodded. After entering, she felt something was wrong. This room looked like it was lived in, and judging from the decorations inside, it seemed like a man lived here.

Before Isabella could voice her doubts, Vincent casually said, “You’ll live with me.”

Isabella: …

It seemed like Vincent didn’t notice Isabella’s expression and continued, “Living together, I can take care of you. Otherwise, like what happened just now, I wouldn’t feel at ease leaving you alone.”

Isabella hurriedly said, “I can take care of myself. I’ve been fine by myself for a while.”

Vincent’s expression turned slightly cold, “Isabella, do you know what discomforts pregnant women usually have?”

Isabella shook her head honestly. She had just found out she was pregnant today, and she didn’t pay attention before. Where could she learn about it?

She only knew about morning sickness.

Vincent said, “Dizziness, frequent urination, nausea, and easily calcium deficient. Calcium deficiency can lead to bone pain. Also, in the later stages, your legs and feet may swell and ache. Are you sure you can handle all this by yourself?”

Isabella felt dizzy hearing about all these discomforts, and she began to panic.

“Since I wanted this child, I should take full responsibility. If you don’t want to live with me, that’s fine. I’ll find you a room next door, and I’ll come to check on you every night with a few alarms set.” Vincent continued.

Isabella was stunned, was it necessary to be so troublesome?

Vincent: “Or are you worried that I’ll do something to you if we live together?”

Isabella quickly shook her head, “No, no, no, how could that be? I trust Mr. Vincent’s character very much.”

Vincent nodded, “So, do you have any other concerns?”

Isabella: “… No.”

Vincent nodded again, “Alright, then go lie down on the bed for a while. I just changed the sheets this morning. I’ll bring your luggage in.”

Isabella nodded obediently, sitting on the edge of the bed when he left the room, but she noticed Vincent was still looking at her.

After thinking for a moment, she pulled back the covers and lay down.

Vincent nodded in satisfaction, “If you’re sleepy, you can take a nap. I’ll make some porridge for you. If you wake up and feel like eating, you can have some.”

After Vincent left the room, Isabella lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She wasn’t sleepy at all, whether it was from sleeping too much in the car or the unfamiliar environment, she just couldn’t fall asleep.

Ten minutes later, Vincent entered the room with Isabella’s luggage and saw her lying on his large bed, her eyes empty.

Vincent chuckled softly and handed her a bag.

Isabella turned her head to look at him, “What’s this?”