Loveless Marriage

Chapter157 Why Is It So Hot?

"You are only invited to dinner. Why do you care that much?" Isabella gave him a glare.

Everyone then went to the luxurious private room upstairs.

With forty people sitting around a round table, Jafari let Isabella sit beside him.

Seeing that, Minh wanted to sit over, but was quietly pushed away by Isabella. Then she smiled as she

sat down.

After everyone'd taken their seats, waiters brought in a few bright red crabs.

Jafari smiled, "Guys, make yourself at home. There's still more to come."

Then, he took one crab to Isabella's plate, "Miss Jones, try this. These are all fresh crabs that just

arrived here this morning."

Pregnant women better not to eat such food. Took a glance at it, Isabella politely smiled. "Thank you. I

can do it myself."

With that, she picked up the tools on the side and slowly peeled, deliberately stalling for time. Then she

placed the peeled crab meat in front of Jafari, and said attentively: "Mr. Hand, this is a little token of my

affection. You must finish it."

Seeing this, Jafari looked flattered, "You said it's me?"

Enduring her disgust, Isabella smiled as she nodded, "Yes, for you."

Minh glanced at them without saying a word.

Jafari was eating without noticing that Isabella hadn't even taken a bite.

However, when she saw the dishes coming later, her face gradually darkened.

Basically, all of them were forbidden for a pregnant woman, and she never ate them at home.

But Minh didn't know, who even considerately picked her some, "Have some, Miss Jones."

Jafari, who had just finished the crab meat, also took her some food, "Miss Jones, you're too skinny.

Eat more."

Isabella could only laughed dryly: "Mr. Hand, I can do it myself. Thanks."

But as soon as she turned around, she lightly frowned.

But these dishes...What a coincidence?

Just as Isabella was slowly eating some vegetables, the waiter once again pushed a cart in.

"Mr. Hand, the wine has already been sobered up. Do you want to have it now."

"Okay."

The waiter nodded and filled the glasses one by one.

Seeing the wine was still letting out cool air, her eyebrows knitted even more tightly.

Icy wine?

Minh also noticed that, and he turned to look at Isabella.

Jafari stood up with a glass of wine, saying: "Today is the first official gathering of our two companies

since we started cooperated. I hope we can work hard together in the future and have more

opportunities like this. Cheers!"

Everyone then stood up and toasted, "Cheers!"

Just as Isabella was about to clink her glass, she was suddenly startled by Minh's loud voice.

"Miss Jones, aren't you supposed to drink alcohol?"

Instantly, everyone turned to looked at her.

Isabella was also dumbstruck and looked at Minh blankly.

Minh took the chance to take down the glass in her hand, and said in shock: "You're just too careless.

The wound on your forehead is not fully healed. Haven't you been taking medicine recently? How can

you drink? "

With that, a subordinate from her department also teased, "Miss Jones, have you lost your mind?"

Hearing this, Jafari frowned, "Wound? Miss Jones, what happened?"

Isabella smiled awkwardly. Then she lifted her hair and explained: "I fell and got injured days before,

and I've got much better now."

Although the scar hadn't disappeared yet, she hadn't taken pills for a few days. She couldn't help but

be impressed by his intelligence.

Jafari immediately said with concern, "We came here just for fun tonight, not to harm bodies. You

shouldn't drink wine after taking medicine, Miss Jones. If anything happens later, Mr. Smith must blame

me later."

"How about I drink juice instead?" Isabella laughed awkwardly.

However, Jafari waved at the waiter, "Give her a hot tea, please."

Isabella said embarrassedly: "Mr. Hand, juice is totally okay."

The waiter hurriedly brought in a cup of tea.

Isabella pretended to gave him a graceful look and raised her cup: "Thank you so much, Mr. Hand. I

toast everyone."

The dinner party became lively again.

Being toasted, she drank a few cups of tea and wanted to go to the toilet. She whispered to Jafari: "Mr.

Hand, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Okay." said Jafari.

He then continued eating.

Not until Isabella left the room did she could finally breathe a little of the cool air. It was unknown if it

was because she was a bit suffocated inside, or because she'd talked too much, but she felt a burning

sensation on her face.

She didn't pay attention to it. Rubbing her face with her hands, she then headed to the toilet.

"Miss Jones!"

Hearing this, Isabella she turned around and saw Minh. "Why did you come out too?" She asked.

"I'm worried about you." Minh rolled his eyes and complacently smiled, "I'm the only one who knew you

were pregnant. Did you know that I've been worrying about you all night? Fortunately, I was so smart

just now."

Looking at his warm smile, she said, "Then I really thank you, Mr. Johnson. When my babies is born, I

will definitely let you be their godfather."

Minh smirked, "I'll accept it."

"Okay, you should go back now. I'll go to the toilet."

Hearing this, Minh teased: "The hotel is so big. Can you even find it?"

Isabella's face darkened. She then clenched her teeth and retorted, "I might have no sense of direction,

but I’m not an idiot. If I really can't find it, I'll ask for someone's help. Don't worry."

Just then, she felt her body getting hotter and hotter, and she couldn't help but tug at her collar.

Looking at her unusual crimson face, Minh's face darkened. He then smiled, "I think I'd better take you

there."

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Isabella fiercely patted his shoulder, saying: "Then quickly."

Minh led the way, and she followed behind.

As Isabella walked, she started to look around with a frown. The heat in her head made her feel a bit

dizzy, and she asked suspiciously, "Minh, don't you feel that the air-conditioning in this hotel is too

high? It's so hot."

Minh, who was walking in front, smiled coldly without even looking back, "Have you drunk too much?

It's not winter, and the temperature in hotel is always constant."

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Her voice caused the ridicule in the corner of Minh's eyes to deepen, which disappeared in an instant.

He then turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Isabella supported herself against the wall, her fingers pressing on the centre of her dizziness, "I didn't

drink."