Loveless Marriage

Christian did not explain too much to her, "There are some things that I am not sure yet, but you don't get too close to him."

Isabella thought for a few seconds, and when the waiter came over to serve her food, she seemed to shift gear and laughed lazily, "You can't be thinking that I'm jealous because we're too close, right?" Christian didn't refute, his tone was calm and unhurried. "You're so smart, so why ask that? I thought I made it clear that day at the hospital. No matter if it was you or the child, I didn't want to give it to anyone else."

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Isabella's expression froze, she felt like her heart was beating faster and she was suffocating.

It was an understatement that he was caught off guard.

"It's all for the child." With a soft self-deprecating voice, she picked up the chopsticks and began to eat with her head lowered, her lips curving in a faintly discernible curve.

"A child can be born to anyone." His voice was very gentle.

Isabella admitted it, but she was a little moved again.

She slowly chewed and swallowed the food in her mouth. Her tone was a little softer as she said unnaturally, "I will take care of myself. Remember to rest even though you are over there ..." When I go back when I come back ... "Tell me."

"Okay, send me the time you're going to London in a bit."

"Hmm?" Isabella was startled, "What do you want this for? If they were really busy, I may come back right away."

"Just give it to me." The man didn't explain.

Isabella could not tolerate him any longer, so with an "oh", she hung up the call.

Putting down the phone, she recalled what the man had just said. Her gaze remained fixed on the phone for a few seconds as a faint smile slowly appeared on her pretty face. It was faint, but it couldn't cover up her good mood.

This was the first time that he had eaten all of their lunch. Isabella took out a tissue to wipe his mouth and walked out of the restaurant with satisfaction.

Looking at the sunny weather outside, she checked the time again. There was still half an hour to go before work time. She couldn't rest even if she went back. She turned around and slowly walked towards the square to digest by walking.

Canon, who was at work at some corner, saw her wandering around aimlessly outside. And he showed off and walk over.

Isabella was leisurely walking under the sunlight when she turned around and saw him nearby. he didn't move forward or retreat.

She ignored him and continued walking along the cobblestone path. After a while, she couldn't help but turn around and walk towards him. She gave him a curious smile. "Can you tell me how much that man paid you for one year?"

She was curious as to how much money a bodyguard like him could earn twenty-four hours a day. Would that be more than the monthly salary of a department manager like her? Canon's expression became somewhat strange as he looked at her, and said indifferently, "Not much, it's all given to me by my boss, with twelve months' worth of salary."

Isabella choked and immediately felt awkward.

She asked how much the salary was.

Blinking her eyes a few times, her small face blushed a little. "Oh, oh!"

She quickly changed the subject and dryly laughed, "Then I'm going to London in the next two days. You can take a vacation now."

"Yes." Canon just nodded and did not ask further.

Isabella felt that she was asking for trouble, and after giving some instructions, she returned to the company.

Two days later, she flied to London with John and Minh.

When they landed in the afternoon, the three of them dragged their tired bodies and luggage to a taxi and headed straight to the hotel.

After getting his room card, Isabella bid farewell to the other two and went back to his room.

Fatigue filled her mind, and all she could think about was sleeping on the bed. She took out her room card and swiped it. Hearing a "ding", she pushed open the door and entered the room. After she closed the door, she threw the luggage directly at the door. She didn't change her shoes. With half-closed eyes and a dazed look, she rushed straight to the big bed in the suite.

She had started flying early in the morning, and the pregnant woman was very sleepy now. She had been so sleepy in the taxi that her eyelids were trembling, and now she really couldn't take it anymore. She took off her jacket and threw it on the bed. She threw away the quilt and lay down, closing her eyes. She didn't even notice the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and a blurry figure walked out of the steam. The steam dissipated, revealing the man's white and robust figure, his upper body bare and only wearing a towel around his waist.

After glancing at the luggage at the door, a low chuckle sounded.

The sound of the slippers scraping against the carpet gradually drew closer to the bed. The man lowered his head slowly and moved his face closer to the woman on the bed.

A strange aura pervaded the air, and Isabella who had not gone back to sleep suddenly opened her eyes.

The man's lips were almost touching hers. He didn't seem to think that she would wake up so suddenly.

The distance between the eye and the eye was merely a few centimeters. Isabella seemed to be stumped for words, and only after staring blankly for a while did she focus her eyes. Seeing the person in front of him, her first reaction was not to recognize him, Christian.

"Ah...Ugh!"

The man lowered his head, blocking all her sounds.

After kissing her, the man finally let her go. He stroked his little face and chuckled, "You still haven't woken up?"

"Christian!" Isabella's eyes instantly widened. It was as if he had just discovered that the person in front of him was him. She was so shocked that she sat up on the bed and stammered, "You, why are you here?"

Wasn't this the room she had booked for herself?

Or was she dreaming? He looked at the handsome face in a trance and finally confirmed that he was not dreaming.

She subconsciously hugged the blanket and shrank back, stiffly asking again, "Why are you here?"

Christian looked at her appearance, as though she was facing a great enemy. After a while, his expression changed several times, and a warm smile appeared in his eyes, "I asked John for the hotel information that you had booked."

John?

Isabella immediately hated him so much that his teeth itched.

It was her assistant, now a spy.

"I mean, aren't you abroad? Why did you suddenly come back?

"Naturally I'll be back when it is over." The man didn't seem to notice her nervousness as he stood up and casually sat on the edge of the bed. He used a towel to wipe his head and lightly said, "If you are free, help blow my hair."

Isabella calmed her breathing and looked at him quietly for two seconds. Then, he pushed away from her blanket and got off the bed, going to the bathroom to get a hairdryer. Frightened by him, she no longer felt sleepy.

Standing beside the bed, she blew his hair for lightly. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The spacious room was quiet, and only the sound of the hairdryer could be heard. Feeling it was almost dry, he turned off the hairdryer and gently combed it with her fingers, naturally and smoothly.