Chapter Thirty-Six
Isla's POV
"You are bothering me," I said, pausing in my steps. His presence annoyed me. "Why are you even following me around? I am inside the house, I don't need you breathing down my neck every single second, Raymond. Give me a little bit of space," I huffed.
I tried to walk faster, picking up my pace, but it was hard doing while that being heavily pregnant.
"I'm sorry. You almost passed out yesterday, and Damian let me have it. I don't think I want that to happen again. You are pregnant, Isla. You have to take care of yourself. I won't be here all the time."
A scoff left my lips at his words. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to reply to his ridiculous words. Instead, I made my way towards my bedroom. Maybe if I went in there, Raymond would get the hint that I
