Loveless Marriage

Chapter 61 That's Not What I Meant

She had originally thought that she had made things clear enough, but who knew that Shawn said with

a smile: "I'll take the responsibility If something goes wrong. I still believe in you, Miss Jones. "

Mr. Smith also encouraged her, "Since Mr. Simons has already said so, Isabella, just accept it. It's a

good opportunity."

Isabella showed a stiff smile. She did not want this opportunity at all. In just a few months, even if she

could hide her pregnancy, she wouldn't dare to take such a huge project.

Simon and Smith didn't know that she was pregnant, but Christian did. He slightly frowned and looked This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

at Shawn with a faint smile: "Mr. Simons, I really admire your courage. Making a newbie with only

three-year-working experience take a project with a few hundred millions. Are you not afraid to lose all

your money? Your trust on her seems a bit personal."

No one present expected him to interrupt, and they all looked at him.

Shawn raised his eyebrows, and smiled lightly: "I heard that Polygon has been corporate with Benton,

and Miss Jones is working on it now as well. Are you not been personal?"

Christian carelessly spoke, "Probably because Mr. Smith is training his new blood. But I wouldn't

appoint her if it was me."

Isabella: "..."

Was he helping her or deliberately diss her?

Shawn laughed, "Mr. Miller, you might not know Miss Jones very well. Since she has only worked for

three years, she should be very hard working as she has gained such a thorough understanding of this

industry, so I think I should give her the chance."

He then looked at Isabella, "Miss Jones, there is no need to be stressed. My people will also coordinate

with you. You can ask them anytime if you have any issues."

There’s a trace of coldness flashed in Christian's deep black eyes. He did not speak nor did he look at

Isabella.

However, now he was almost certain that things was not that simple.

Isabella lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. She understood she couldn't refuse since he had said

that.

A few seconds later, she raised her face, smiled, and nodded, "Okay, I will work hard to achieve the

best since you trust me so much."

"Alright, let's toast." Shawn raised his glass and looked at Isabella.

She looked at the glass in front of her, and decided to just take a sip.

Just as she was about to drink after clinking glasses with Shawn, she heard a voice from the other

side, "Isn't Miss Jones going to visit your mother in hospital? Do you even want to drive after drinking?

"

Startled, Isabella then secretly shot him a glare.

Even if he wanted to help her, he didn't need to embarrass her like that, right?

Then, in a flash, she could only bite the bullet and smile: "I am sorry, Mr. Simons. I need to drive later,

so I cannot drink with you today. But you can still drink with my boss and Mr. Miller, and I will serve you

wine."

Shawn shook his head and laughed, "I almost forgot that. What a poor memory. Mr. Smith, Mr. Miller,

cheers."

Holding his glass, Mr. Smith said extremely politely, "Sure, I'm here to just drink with you two today”.

Christian glanced at Isabella, picked up a glass and smiled, "Mr. Miller."

The three drank.

Isabella took the bottle of wine from the waiter. Then she refilled the glasses of the three people one by

one. When she walked in front of Christian, she refilled his glass to the brim, significantly more than the

other two.

He glanced at her, without saying anything.

Seeing that, Shawn laughed: "It seems that Miss Jones doesn't like what you said just now. However,

to be honest, I also feel bad for her, and you'll have to finish the wine, Mr. Miller. "

Christian looked extremely calm, seeming that he was looking on others' trouble with indifference.

He looked at Shawn with a smile, raised his glass, and said meaningfully: "Looks like Mr. Simons

intentions today were not to drink."

His words were a little disingenuous.

Mr. Smith was startled, he looked at Isabella and anxiously tried to smooth things over, "Ha ha...Mr.

Simons definitely isn't just to drink here today. In the future I will have to trouble you two to take care of

my small Benton. Mr. Simons, your investment in Brighton truly helps us a lot. Here, a toast to you. "

Mr. Smith wasn't stupid. He was more than ten years older than Shawn and Christian, and had seen all

kinds of storms and waves in this industry. Anyone could tell that Mr. Simons may have a crush on

Isabella, due to his compliment to her.

Even he could see that, not to mention Christian.

But as a superior, he shouldn't meddle in her private matters. It seems like he had to privately

investigate what Isabella thought about this.

Upon hearing this, Shawn looked at Christian and put down the glass. He then smiled, "Christian was

not here for drinking either, right?"

A trace of glimmers danced in Christian's eyes. But he didn't say a word.

Indeed, if she was not here, he would have left early.

But from Shawn's words, it was as if he already knew what he was thinking about. This suddenly

made Christian become more vigilant.

Isabella looked down, pretending that she didn't understand what they meant.

But she indeed didn't understand. Although she could feel that they were testing each other in their

words, she really could not guess what they were trying to do.

However, she didn't want to think about it, as she just wanted to get out of here right now.

After a while, they finally stopped drinking, but it seemed that they didn't intend to end the dinner

immediately.

The three men were a little drunk, but they were all business veterans, so they could hardly lost their

composure.

This dinner made Isabella very uncomfortable. She pretended to look at her watch, and then she

nudged Mr. Smith and whispered: "Mr. Smith, I'm still a bit worried about my mom. May I leave now?"

Before Mr. Smith could reply, Shawn smiled, whose handsome face was somewhat enchanting, "Miss

Jones, go back now and greet your mother for me. If there is a chance, I will visit her sometime."

Then Mr. Smith nodded, "Okay, the secretary will send me back later."