Chapter 92 I Wasn't Planning on Being So Cruel

"Since when were you allergic to pollen?" Theodore questioned Queenie in a deep voice the moment Isabella left. Queenie was truly caught by surprise to learn that those flowers had been from Theodore. "I'm sorry, Theodore. I just… Just—" Theodore interrupted, "You just dislike Isabella, so you tried to make things difficult for her." Queenie's eyes reddened the moment her intentions were exposed. She grasped tightly onto the hem of her patient gown as she choked out the words, "I didn't mean it… It irritated me to see her coming in with those flowers in her arms. Theodore, you never allowed any other woman to get so close to you previously. Yet, you even asked her to get flowers that were meant for me…" The look on Theodore's face darkened even further. He walked to the side of Queenie's bed, staring at her with a gaze as cold as ice. "Queenie, let me remind you once again—Isabella is my wife. I came to visit you at the hospital as a friend because you're unwell. You shouldn'