Loveless Marriage

Chapter 13  Can We Let Each Other Go?

Just by looking at Christian frowning, Isabella understood everything. She then laughed: "You don’t

have to think of an answer, as I have already known it. So can we let each other go?"

Isabella wrenched herself from his grasp and squatted down to pick the food up, while her eyes were a

little wet.

She was hoping to see a little panic in Christian's eyes, or maybe nostalgia for her. She thought she

may regret to divorce after he said something.

But this man was too calm. She just saw nothing in his eyes. What more could she ask for?

She didn't even have the courage to ask about the relationship between Lexie and him.

Isabella was very calm, who carried her bags and entered the building, but Christian panicked. He

quickly rushed forward and blocked her path.

During the past three years, Isabella had occasionally vent her spleen, but he could endure it.

However, when she said divorce, he felt really uncomfortable and unconsciously didn't believe it.

"Is it because of your father?" Christian asked, "I’m already working on it."

"No, None of your business. I will solve it by myself!" Isabella interrupted him, "It nothing to do with our

divorce."

"How? Two million isn't a small amount. " Christian was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Isabella pursed her lips tightly, and didn't wanted to reply.

Christian stepped forward and said coldly: "Isabella, we married as you wished. But now you want a

divorce? What do you think I am? An luxury clothes you have worn out?"

"It was not what I meant." Before Isabella could explain, Christian directly held her face and kissed her

fiercely.

As if it were meant to punish her, this kiss was even fiercer than the one when they had sex before.

Isabella’s mind was a little muddled, feeling her body was heating up.

This was seemingly the second time Christian kissed her.

Christian kissed her deeply. Not until the phone in his pocket rang continuously did He end the kiss. He

impatiently picked it up with a dark face, but his hand still tightly grabbed Isabella, not letting her go

upstairs.

"What’s going on?"

"Singapore? I see. Book me a flight. I'll be there in the morning."

Clear-minded as Christian, he ended the call in five minutes.

Christian was a little helpless when facing Isabella: "I’ll go to Singapore on business for a week. Let's

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But Isabella showed a poker face, "It’s just a divorce. You can sign your name when you have time."

Hearing this, Christian tore the divorce settlement into pieces. After that, Christian's tone become soft a

bit, "Marriage is a union of two people. I also need to consider about it. Isabella, don't be like a child. "

Being so angry , Isabella even started laughing when she heard this.

Does he even need to consider about it?

That's so ridiculous. It’s her who married him, and her youth was wasted as well in the past three years,

okay?

Isabella wanted to stand her ground, while Christian touched her head, and naturally took the shopping

bags from her hand. "I haven’t seen mom for sometime. Let’s visit her."

With just a few words, she became softhearted and led him upstairs in silence.

Seeing Christian, Isabella's mother was a bit surprised, but she also nodded at his greetings and

continued to watch TV shows.

In the kitchen, Isabella cooked and Christian was her assistant. They did not talk so much, as if they

were still in their own apartment. From start to finish, no one mentioned the divorce again.

The place Isabella rented for her mother was an one-bedroom apartment, which was a little crowded if

she moved in. It was also impossible for Christian to live here. Furthermore, she had no intention of

keeping him either.

After dinner, Christian accompanied Isabella to watch TV. Seeing it was late, he got up and left.

"Bella, send me off."

"Don’t you have legs? You can walk yourself." Isabella was willing to get up from the sofa. Seeing she

remain still, Christian also stood there as well. It was not until her mother pretend to cough a bit did she

get up and send him out.

Christian still felt worried. He repeated when they got downstairs: "About the divorce, wait until I get

back."