Chapter 92

Isabella’s POV The atmosphere was really weird today. The dining room was warm and different as I was following Noah’s movements whilst he moved around the kitchen clumsily. I was not the only one confused. I can also see confusion on the househelps’s faces. “Here, Bally…” Noah handed me a glass of milk. I was about to make coffee for me and Matteo when he stopped me and made me sit on my usual chair. Instead of a coffee, he gave me milk and asked the maid to give his father a coffee. “You should always eat healthy foods. Don’t eat junk foods, no alcoholic drinks, and definitely no caffeine.” My lips parted as I looked at Matteo, tilting my head, eyes asking him what happened to his son. Matteo seemed confused too, so I looked at Noah with brows furrowed. “What did you eat today? You’re weird.” He giggled. “James said you slept in Papa’s room.” Matteo choked on his coffee. I saw him glaring at James, who looked away like he’s innocent from whatever Noah exposed. I sighed and caressed N