Loveless Marriage

Chapter 132  Didn't She Slap You?

Seeing her helpless struggling in his embrace, Christian lowered his head and was about to kiss her

again.

Isabella subconsciously turned her face away, then Christian's lips naturally fell on her cheek.

"Christian, that's so enough. Who gave the right to decide everything? Have you considered my

feelings? "

She stared at him angrily.

She didn't know what she was annoyed about either, but she just felt upset. She'd been dying for his

love for long, now she finally heard him say so, even if it was taught by someone else. This should be a

happy thing. However, he still only knew about himself, not her.

Before he didn't care, so he ignored her for three years. Now he was into her, he tried his best to get

her. Had he ever thought if she was unwilling to it? Did he even want to force her to be with him?

What the hell did he understand?

Calmly looking at her, Christian reached out his hands to gently wipe the tears on her cheek, then he

said: "Don't cry. I'm just telling you what was on my mind. You have the right to refuse me."

Pausing for a moment, Christian gently lifted her face and said, "When we were divorced, you asked

me whether I had even loved you? If I said yes, would you still get divorce? "

Isabella's expression froze. She didn't speak for a long while, as though she was in a daze.

After a while, Christian called out with a frown, "Isabella."

Isabella's moist eyelashes trembled. As she'd cried, her nose and cheeks looked a bit red, and her

voice sounded a little choking, but she still mocked. "You reacted pretty fast. Even if I say that I wouldn't

have divorced you, could you confirm that I truly love you? Do you think this test is interesting? To be

fair, even if you answered 'yes' at that time, Do you think I could really trust you? Should I believe what

I've felt in the past three years, or the word came out of your mouth? "

Christian pursed his lips and pulled her deeper into his embrace. His chin was pressed against her

forehead as he said solemnly: "Whichever one you believe, it will never happen again."

This was his promise. He would be very patient to her in the future.

Isabella was startled for a few seconds, then she frowned, thinking that she loved him so much, but

now she suddenly became timid. This mature and calm man who wasn't romantic at all seemed not to

understand her words at all, not knowing if he was deliberate.

But she no longer had any strength to argue with him. After calming down, she patted his arm and said

coldly: "Go get change your wet clothes."

Christian immediately released her, stood up and said, "Rest for a while. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right

back."

Isabella laid down and turned her back at him.

After tucking in the quilt, he then walked out.

Hearing the door closed, Isabella gently turned around. Looking at the ceiling, she felt a sense of

unspeakable sadness.

Did she want too much?

After Christian went out, he pondered at the roadside for a while, then habitually wanted to take out a

cigarette, but only then did he remember that his cigarette was still in the car. A few seconds later, he

gave Adrian a call.

"What's wrong?" Adrian's lazy voice came out.

"I told her." Christian tugged at his collar, saying without any expression on his handsome face.

"…"

Adrian went silent for a few seconds, then playfully laughed: "Told her? Did she slap you?"

Christian kept one hand in his pocket, watching the rain outside, standing straight, and said

indifferently: "No, but she looks unhappy."

Adrian was immediately amused and laughed mockingly. Then he asked: "Didn't she anything else?"

It wasn't strange that she was unhappy. If he'd said these earlier, she wouldn't have divorced, let alone

would these troubles happen.

Christian looked into the distance. After a few seconds of silence, he told Adrian what Isabella had All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

said.

He actually could understand what Isabella really meant. It was just that he didn't get the answer he

wanted that caused him to feel a sense of loss.

Adrian comforted him, while his tone was filled with schadenfreude, "Her words seem to mean that,

whether she admits her feeling to you or not, she won't easily accept you. Bro, there's still a long way to

go, and you deserve it. But considering that they're your wife and children, it's worth it."

Even though he was the one who was envious and jealous of Christian the most.

He also wanted a wife and child, but he didn't have a f*cking one.

...

lying on bed for a while, Isabella couldn't sleep at all. Her mind was in a state of chaos.

Suddenly, hearing the noise at the door, she immediately lowered her head and recovered her

indifferent expression.

Smelling the fragrance of the meal, she looked over. Seeing him, she frowned, "Why don't you get

changed? It's getting cold now. If you catch a cold later, you still expect me to feel guilty?"

Christian placed her dried clothes on the bedside, opened the lunchbox in his hand, and smiled faintly,

"I walked out for a while, and it's already dry. There are no clothes for me to change as well. Get up. I

brought you some food."

Isabella wanted to diss him back, “As a CEO, you even don't have money to buy a new coat?” But she

stopped at the second thought.

Why did she say this? Whether he got changed or not had nothing to do with her.

With her hands holding on bed, she sat up and leaned against the back obediently, not making any

noise.

Christian raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to feed you or eat by yourself?"

Isabella blushed, then she said, "I have my hands."

Then she snatched the lunchbox from his hands and poke at it with her fork.

Actually she didn't have much appetite, but she just didn't want to continue arguing with him, which was

meaningless.

After having on a few mouthfuls, she raised her head. Looking at his handsome figure, she said, "I'm

fine now, and I'll go home this afternoon. If you're busy, then…"

"I'm going home as well, so I can send you back." Christian sat on a chair and ate. He didn't even raise

his head.

Isabella, "..."

Diana was shocked by the wound on her forehead when she returned home in the afternoon. She

immediately asked what had happened to her.

Afraid that she would ask more, Isabella handed her the pregnancy test and returned to the bedroom.

Then she gave Naomi a call.

"Ugh …Darling, I'm still outside now. I'll call you later when I get home." Naomi was about to hang up

as soon as she finished speaking.

Isabella gritted her teeth and said coldly: "If you dare hang up, don't ever think of contacting me again,

Naomi."

"..." Naomi was terrified. She immediately giggled, "Oh Darling … Are you home now? Or are you still

outside with Mr. Miller … "