Loveless Marriage

"What Chance?" Minh smiled but didn't look excited.

Isabella turned on her computer and said: "I'll see a few clients in Leeds this week. If you have time, you can come with me and John."

"To get their business cards again?"

Isabella looked at him with a faint smile, "Isn't that a piece of cake for you?"

This young man even teased her about last time. What's wrong about getting business cards? Things were even harder for her when she first entered the company.

"Ha, Ha..." Minh scratched his head and laughed out. "I have time. Just tell me the departure date and I'll get prepared."

Isabella then said indifferently: "I'll let John tell you about the detail later. But you need to finish all your work in hand before you go."

She didn't doubt his ability at all, of course.

"Sure." He solemnly nodded, "Miss Jones, if you have nothing else, can I leave now?"

"Wait a minute." Isabella turned to look the coffee cup beside, then coldly said: "Do as I said outside there."

Minh was startled, "What?"

He then saw coffee that she had never touched after putting it down. He suddenly thought of something, asking: "Ordering coffee for Polygon? Didn't you just would do it another day?"

Isabella tapped her fingers on the keyboard, saying indifferently: "If they can't drink in the morning, then send them in the afternoon. She has spent so much money, they may feel we're petty if we don't repay them. You order it first, and I'll give you the money."

"Oh, okay." Minh nodded blankly, then turned around. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something, and laughed, "Can I have look of shop's logo? I'll need to search it online later."

He then turned on his phone camera and adjusted the paper cup. When his fingers touched the cup, his face changed. "Ice drink?

It isn't hot? Why is your drink icy?" Minh still couldn't believe that he even opened the cup and finally found some crushed ice.

In this season, even though it was a bit hot at noon, no one would have cold drink.

No wonder she would drink hot water after she came in.

Isabella laughed as if she didn't care about it at all, "Maybe she just made a mistake."

Minh's mouth twitched. She was still in the mood to joke.

That Miss Perez clearly said that she had bought a new flavour for her. How could she make a mistake?

He hesitated for a second and curiously probed, "Miss Jones, are you not on good terms with that Miss Perez? Have you known each other before?

But hadn't that Polygon just moved to the other side recently?

Looking at him, Isabella felt funny, "I knew you are eloquent, but I haven't expected that you're even more gossipy than women. Just do as I say and don't think about it. Also, remember to tell them it was treated by Lexie. This season is dry, and people may feel sleepy in the afternoon as well. Cold drink can help refresh themselves."

Minh smiled playfully, "I see, Miss Jones. Don't worry. I will definitely revenge you."

She didn't say she wanted to revenge for herself.

But without saying a word, she only waved him off.

After Lexie leaving Benton, she took out her phone and dialled a number.

When the call connected, her face revealed a bright smile. She then asked, "Auntie, shall we have dinner together tonight?"

"Okay, then see you tonight. Bye."

After hanging up, her smile gradually disappeared. She raised her head and looked at Benton in front of her. Her eyes were filled with dense hatred.

In the afternoon, while Isabella was discussing the project with her subordinates in their department office, they were interrupted by a sound outside the door. "Hello, Who is Isabella Jones?"

"Wow, it's for Miss Jones."

"Oh Gosh, who is so romantic?"

Everyone's attention was attracted by that.

At this time, Isabella was still talking with her subordinates with her eyes on computer screen, and she completely didn't paid attention to it. "Miss Jones, Miss Jones..."

Someone nudged her excitedly, only then did Isabella suddenly wake up from her daze and asked: "What's going on?" "Are you Miss Jones?"

Before Isabella could respond, her vision was blocked by a large bouquet of bright red roses.

She was stunned for a few second. Then the boy from the flower shop passed over a bill, "Miss Jones, please sign for it."

"Wow, who sent this?" Isabella was a bit confused. It was the first time she received flowers in the company.

The boy smiled and handed her a pen, "We don't know either. It's an anonymous customer. Please sign here."

Isabella pursed her lips. Still feeling a bit confused, she blankly signed and stood there foolishly with the roses in her arms.

After he left, everyone's turned to look at her and gossiped,

"Miss Jones, does your husband give this to you? How romantic!"

No everyone had known about her divorce, so they looked at her enviously.

"Such a big bouquet of roses, which is also quite fresh. He even sent it to our company. He really knows women!"

"Miss Jones, is today your wedding anniversary?" Almost all her colleagues knew her birthday, so they asked so.

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As if she hadn't heard their questions, Isabella thought deeply for a few seconds and then smiled at the crowd, "It doesn't even have a name, so it's probably from a client. I'll put it here. If you guys like it, just put it in a vase."

Without another word, she placed the flower on the table and left.

Minh, who was sitting in the corner, raised his head from behind his computer and looked at her. No one could read his expression.

When Isabella returned to her office, she was still wondering who sent her the roses.

But the first one she eliminated was Christian. He definitely wouldn't send her that.

However, among all the clients, there aren't many that recently she had contacted frequently.

Then who else could it be?

As Isabella was deep in thought, her phone suddenly rang up.

She was stunned, then she looked at the phone screen. It showed an strange number, so she casually answered it.

"Hello."

After about ten seconds, she heard a calm and gentle male voice, "Miss Jones."

"Miss Jones."

Isabella's expression changed a bit, "Mr. Simons?"

"It's me." He chuckled softly, who obviously was in a good mood.

Feeling s a little surprised, Isabella asked, "You? Why did you call me personally, Mr. Simons?"

He would usually call Mr. Smith or let his secretary do it he had an anything.

"I just want to ask that, do you like the roses?"

Hearing this, Isabella smiled stiffly: "You're the one who sent me flowers?"

She was even more confused now. What was this Shawn up to?

His had always been gentle and polite to everyone. Although she had never seen how he treated other women, why he sent her flowers? "Yes, it's me. Do you like it?"

Isabella's smile became even stiffer, but her tone was still polite, "I like it, but, you ... Why did you suddenly send me roses, Mr. Simons?"

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"I'm just not sure what you like, so I bought you some flowers. Did I make you any trouble?" He felt slightly embarrassed. "Uh, no at all." Isabella immediately said, and then asked politely: "I just want to know that do you have anything that I can help with?"