Loveless Marriage

When she was about to step back, a warm and powerful pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

Isabella's body stiffened, not knowing where to place her hands.

Christian chuckled, he hugged her waist slightly and used some strength, causing Isabella to sit on his leg in a panic, not having time to cry out in alarm.

Subconsciously, she stood up but was pressed back down.

She got a bit angry and embarrassed, "Christian Miller."

"Don't move, I haven't seen you for so many days, and you don't want to see me at all?" Christian lowered his eyes, with his fingers gently stroking her smooth hair, in a hoarse voice. Isabella looked at the handsome face that was just inches away from her head. A ball of fire seemed to burn within her pair of pitch-black eyes, causing her heart to beat uncontrollably.

"Why should I miss you?" The nervousness made her feel a little uncomfortable, and her tone of voice was somewhat aggressive.

From the start until now, she had been completely out of her control, as if she was being led away by him.

Christian lightly pinched her lower jaw to let her see his eyes and said in a low and bland voice, "I haven't stopped to finish my work, and then got on the plane here. Why, Isabella, don't tell me you're so stupid that you can't tell at all."

Isabella's pupils became larger as she bit her lips and laughed mockingly, "Now you can tell, but didn't you want to say that you missed me and want to see me again? But that's also your problem. I didn't ask you to do that, and you still want me to be grateful?"

He was extremely patient and didn't get annoyed. It was as if he was already used to her cold tone. He smiled and without saying a word. Then he bent his head to kiss her lips even faster and more accurately "Ugh..."

Again!

Isabella was about to explode with anger.

Christian now knew that for a woman with a venomous tongue like her, it was best not to waste too much time talking.

It couldn't be that he had been holding back for the past few months because he hadn't touched a girl, right?

If he hadn't gone out looking for a woman... Well, it's been a few months.

A few minutes passed, just when Isabella's imagination went wild and turned into a lump of paste, Christian suddenly stopped her actions. She stuck his forehead against her face and exhaled with an extremely hoarse voice. "Can I?"

They spent the afternoon and evening in bed.

There was only one thought in her head when she finally did that, Before the children were born, he was not allowed to touch her at all.

This b*stard!

She had never seen him this crazy once a week before, and people who didn't know it would think he had been celibate for years.

After it was over, Isabella was so tired that she could not move. She laid under the blanket and stared at the ceiling, doubting her own life, doubting herself, and even beginning to suspect the children in her own belly.

"What are you thinking about?" The man by her side embraced her, his thin lips lightly brushing against her forehead. Although his handsome face was no different from usual, one could hear a hint of lightness and contentment in his tone.

Isabella frowned, "It hurts."

His legs and waist hurt from being pinched out. How much strength did he use? Right now, it felt like he was being run over by a car. "Sorry." He relaxed his hold on her and said more gently, "Are you going to take a bath? Or should I carry you to clean up?

Isabella closed her eyes and leaned her face into his embrace, with her voice as soft as a kitten's, "Don't ... "Let me sleep for a while ..." Christian wiped away the sweat on her forehead and said softly, "Just sleep, I'll carry you there."

No one replied, as Isabella did not have the strength to speak.

Washing up, the two continued to sleep hugging each other.

It had been a long time since he had been tormented like this. When Isabella opened his eyes, it was already the morning of the second day.

She first recalled last night's events, then tilted her head and stared at the glowing curtain for a while, her eyes unfocused, as if she was in a trance. She only came back to her senses after the phone on the table rang.

The man beside him had disappeared.

Her whole body was still sore and soft. She raised her arm and used a lot of effort to reach her phone before pressing the button to connect the call.

"Hello."

One word caused her face to go slightly pale.

"Miss Jones? Is that you?"

Isabella bit her lips, and then coughed a few times with all her might before saying, "Mn, it's me."

It was as hoarse as ever. There was no need to think to know what it was.

Her face was blushed as she bit down hard on her lower lip.

That damned man!

She was here on a business trip, why did it feel like she was a hooker?

"Miss Jones, what's wrong with your voice?"

It was Minh. Being smart, he must guess it if spoke a few more. She had no choice but to lie lifelessly, "Maybe a cold, and my throat is uncomfortable."

"Oh right, do you need anything from me now?"☐☐☐☐

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