Chapter 11

After throwing the little boy out of the room Dylan closed the door with a loud bang. Then he looked at Isabella and strode towards the washroom with an angry expression. Isabella watched him and bit her lower lip because she couldn't understand why he was angry so suddenly. Isabella got up from the bed and quickly wore Dylan's shirt. Then after a while Dylan came out of the washroom while wiping his wet hair. His eyes fell on Isabella and he watched her for a while clenching his jaws. "Take off. Didn't I tell you to not tower my fucking clothes. DON'T TOUCH MY THINGS" Isabella gasped because of his angry voice. She looked at his furious face and she couldn't understand why he's angry. Wasn't he the one who covered her with his shirt? What's wrong with him now? "Dylan, why? I'm your wife. Why can't I just wear your shirts?" Isabella asked him with a trembling voice. She didn't want to provoke him but she wanted to know the reason. "Y