Loveless Marriage

"I want to ask whether you're awake already."

He paused, then asked worriedly, "Are you not feeling well? I think you've been inside since yesterday

afternoon. "

Isabella said, "I'm fine, it's just that I was too tired yesterday and rested for a while more. Wait a

moment, I'll get dressed and go out."

"Alright."

Hanging up, Isabella touched her throat and sighed in sorrow, but she still slowly got up from the bed.

D*mn, it hurt!

Isabella wanted to curse again, she pinched her aching waist, casually found two sets of clothes and

went into the bathroom.

Putting on some light makeup, Isabella tilted her head and carefully examined the skin above her neck.

Luckily Christian still retained a bit of rationality and did not ravage her skin, otherwise, she would want

to slap him when she saw him again.

Dressed neatly, she picked up her bag and was about to leave when the door suddenly opened from

the outside.

Christian entered the room, glanced at her, and frowned, "You don't feel any pain anymore?"

Isabella's pale face suddenly turned cold. She glared at him and a trace of grievance welled up in her

tone, "It's all your fault! "I'm here on a business trip. No matter how uncomfortable I feel, I have to go

now."

Hearing this, he broke into a gentle smile and pulled her down to a seat. He said in a low voice, "It's my

fault. Have your breakfast first. I'll send you guys there later."

He put the breakfast on the table and opened it.

Isabella's anger had not faded, she wanted to refuse him, but when she smelled the aroma of food, she

immediately swallowed her saliva.

From yesterday afternoon until now, she hadn't even drunk a single mouthful of water and had

expended so much energy. It would be strange if she wasn't hungry.

Hesitatingly, she picked up the chopsticks. Suddenly, she realised something and asked, "What did you

say? You guys? "

"Yes. I just happened to bump into them when I was coming over."

"…"

As Isabella looked at his handsome side profile, she suddenly felt mixed emotions. After last night's

craziness, she couldn't even say any tough words to him.

Perhaps she had been forced at the start, but after the pleasant sensation had lost her rationality, she

was too lazy to even resist. It was hard to tell if she was in a passive state or an active one.

Now that she saw him, she felt angry, wronged, and guilty.

She felt that she should just...

Isabella was lost in thought. She didn't notice that he had raised his eyes. All the thoughts and

emotions in her eyes had been thoroughly peeked out. She didn't even have time to retract his gaze.

Panicking, she lowered her head and pretended to eat earnestly.

"Isabella!" Christian's voice suddenly changed a little. He called out to her, thick emotions flowing

through his eyes.

She picked a steamed bun and was about to stuff it into her mouth, but her jaw was caught by him,

causing her to almost throw it out.

"You!"

"Look at me!" The man lowered his gaze, stared at her face, and said expressionlessly, "Tell me what

you were thinking just now."

When their eyes met, Isabella just wanted to escape.

"I, I …I'm hungry …"

"You're thinking about how to avoid me again, aren't you?" The man narrowed his eyes, his expression

as calm as water.

"…"

Isabella's expression froze. Her watery eyes stared at him without blinking, making her look quite

adorable.

However, her heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface. She suspected whether Christian had

mental-reading abilities. She had only thought about it for a moment, and then he understood all she

thoughts?

She felt that she had been too impulsive last night, so she was a bit confused. She decided to calm

down and not see him for the next few days, but it seemed like she couldn't.

With a bit of guilt, she pulled his hand away and stammered, "You're thinking too much. I'm not trying to

hide from you."

Christian's face darkened. He looked at her lowered eyebrows, then regained his composure and said.

"I definitely won't allow that regardless whether you've thought about it or not. I can give you some time

to think about remarriage, but that's it, nothing else."

Isabella lowered her head and bit on a bun. After hearing what she said, she slowly calmed down and

asked, "What if I don't agree to a remarriage?"

He's Adam's apple rolled. "Then don't."

To him, a certificate didn't mean anything, as long as there were she and the children at home.

Isabella's slender eyelashes slowly drooped, and she hooked her lower lip, "What if your mother

doesn't agree?"

Could he stand the f*cking urge to get married? His mother wasn't in a good health either.

Christian frowned and said, "She only wants to have a grandson. In the future, when she takes care of

her child, she won't have the heart to think about other things."

Isabella did not say anything.

But in her heart, she felt that his words was somewhat funny. Did he not really understand what kind of

person his mother was, or was he confident that he could argue against an old lady in poor condition?

That time in front of her, Mrs. Miller's attitude had already shown that even if the child was her

grandson, she would not allow herself to be with him again.

This was an even more difficult path than before, and from the first two people, he was now in a

dilemma.

However, she would not tell him about this in her heart. She only nodded, "I will consider it. Don't force

me."

The man placed his palm on top of her head and stroked her hair. His eyes were dark and emotionless.

He slightly bent his lower lip and promised with a warm smile, "I won't force you."

Isabella ate a few mouthfuls, then changed the topic, "Other than for me, do you have anything else to

do in London?"

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"I have some things to take care of here, but I don't have a hotel reserved, so I'll stay here for the time

being." The man said without the slightest bit of shame.

Isabella was so angry that she wanted to slap him, gritting her teeth, "Do you lack the money you need

to book a hotel? "I still have colleagues here. You'd better restrain yourself a little and scram as far as

possible. Give me an inch more and I'll send you nude photos later."

The man's gaze turned cold. "Am I that shameful?"

"Two of us being together can be shameful." Isabella licked her lips, then suddenly laughed, "Aren't you

afraid that people will see through our relationship, and ruin your image in the company?"

The man coldly smiled. His gaze and aura gave off a sense of pressure, "You are my woman, not a

mistress. Do I need to be afraid of our relationship being exposed?"

He couldn't wait to announce it now.

The gaze in his eyes flickered slightly. His eyes suddenly flashed with a peculiar expression, which was

so fast that people were unable to catch it.

That "you're my woman" made the corner of Isabella's mouth curve upwards, and she snorted, "But I

don't want to lose my face. You better watch out for me, if Mr. Smith finds it out, I'm totally done."

Hearing this, Christian didn't speak.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Isabella instinctively put down her chopsticks and said, "Go hide inside, I'll open the door."

Even though he told her that John and Minh had seen him, it was awkward for them to be in the same

room now.

But the man ignored her. He stood up and walked quickly towards the door.