Chapter 90 Isabella Pouts

"Bella…" Theodore said. While Isabella was pouting angrily, he was smiling from ear to ear. He turned his head to the side, looking at her with a gaze full of tenderness. "Bella, I wish that you'd be just as happy every single day." Isabella was stunned. She turned to look at him. His tone was sincere, and his eyes were filled with tender affection for her. Their interaction had, without her even realizing it, diffused the tension from earlier this morning. So, he was teasing her on purpose so that she'd forget about the thing that bothered her. Deep down, she was rather moved. This was what it felt like to be loved. It made her somewhat afraid and at a loss for what to do. When they arrived home, Agnes and Ruth had dinner all prepared. Isabella washed her hands before going to the dining table. Scanning the table full of dishes, she was baffled. "Agnes, what's the occasion today? Why are there so many dishes?" Theodore entered the dining room from behind her, beaming.