Chapter 25

Isabella’s POV Noah was rolling on the bed, throwing tantrums early in the morning. He doesn’t want to go downstairs for breakfast, and as his nanny, it is my obligation to make him eat for his own health. “Noah, you have to eat breakfast.” He shook his head and wiggled his body, still burying his face in the pillow. “I don’t wanna…: I sighed. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Noah. And kids grow fast when they eat breakfast.” He pulled himself up and sat on the bed. Just when I thought I had managed to convince him, he frowned at me. “Who would believe such a thing, Belly? Even kids younger than me won’t.” I frowned. “But you really have to eat…” “I don’t want to!” He lay on the bed again. “Noah—” “Young master, your father is waiting in the dining hall. You should hurry.” James, the butler, suddenly intervenes. The expression on Noah’s face when he looked at James was different. He looked at me as if blaming me for something. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t think