Loveless Marriage

Stay At Home

Christian smiled, "There are so many pictures, but the only one capturing the kiss was with me. Since

it's my woman, how could I allow you to have any affair with other men? Anyway it’s me who are most

embarrassed, and you are obligated to prove my innocence."

"…"

Isabella was so angry that she could not eat it anymore. She was completely convinced by this man's

ability to overturn the fact. How did he say it with such a straight face?

Seeing her put down the chopsticks, Christian frowned slightly. He looked at her and said in a softer

tone, "Eat. They're your favourite dishes."

Isabella stared at the dishes in front of her, then said, "Christian, your ability to argue, is something that

no one can compare to."

Therefore, the Christian that she had known before was only on the surface. The current him looked at

the calm gentleman, but deep down, he carried an unparalleled might and was able to accurately grasp

the weakness of the people's hearts at any time. When was the right time to be tough, when was the

right time to be gentle?

He could have guessed what she was thinking.

"As long as methods like this are useful, there's no point in comparing them." Christian didn't have any

expression of satisfaction, his expression didn't even change. "If you don't want to go to the company

with me after dinner, then stay at home and don't go anywhere else. I'll try to come back earlier

tonight."

Isabella didn't answer him, and calmly lowered her head to eat her meal.

Christian wasn't annoyed. There was even a touch of gentleness on his forehead.

After dinner, Isabella stood up and took the initiative to clean the tableware, still not saying a word.

While she was washing the dishes in the kitchen, she suddenly felt a tight grip on her waist. The man

embraced her from behind, and his warm lips were pressed against her ear lobe.

Isabella's body stiffened for a moment, then recovered in a flash. She continued with her hands, the

man's clear smell was laced oil smoke, it was faint but strangely pleasant to the nose.

"Christian, you go to work now." Her tone was slightly serious.

She didn't want him to interfere with the company because of her. She could solve her problems, but

those matters were always his. No one could help him when he was busy.

She wasn't an idiot. She had just suffered a setback in her career, so of course, she knew that he was

trying to comfort her.

"Okay, then promise me to stay home until I return."

Isabella shut off the water, wiped the water off her hands with a bowl of cloth, and turned her head to

look at him, then said weakly, "I am not a child, and not an idiot as well. I'll go back and stay with my

parents. "

Christian lifted her lower jaw and instantly revealed her thoughts. "Before your heart doesn't have any Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

plans, you will always be anxious, and you won't even go home and tell your parents about this."

"…"

Isabella swiftly furrowed her brows and said coldly, "They don't know today, but they will find out

tomorrow. Is there a need for me to hide it from them? Let go of me, I'll go home now. "

She hated the feeling of standing naked in front of him. He had seen through all her thoughts and

compared to the past, he had never really cared about her at all.

Christian was as patient as ever. His tone didn't seem to change at all. "You can take care of things

here. When I get back from work, we'll go back together."

Isabella did not say anything but frowned.

"Or you can come with me to the company now."

"No!" After a short silence, she helplessly said, "Alright, you go to work. I'll take care of the work, but I'll

leave after I'm done. I won't wait for you."

Christian's labial margin's curve rose and revealed a smile. He raised her lower jaw and pecked at her

tender lips, "Alright, I'll go change clothes."

He let her go as promised and left.

Isabella blushed so hard that her palm was tightly holding onto the azure stone platform behind him.

She was almost angered to death by this rogue man.

The man coaxed her until she no longer had the strength to argue, then he changed his clothes and left

with the car keys.

Isabella sat on the sofa, feeling conflicted for a while before she tossed the man's matter to the back of

her mind.

However, after browsing through for a long time, she suddenly realized that she couldn't find any of the

scripts on the internet in the morning. Opening the records, it also indicated that the article had been

deleted. This made her feel somewhat strange.

How could it only be left for a few hours after so much effort? It was not deleted by the author, or

perhaps the author did not intend to delete it. She knew that many of them were from the troll army, but

who could find all of them and have them delete it at the same time?

Her eyes suddenly became serious.

Could it be Christian?

It was possible.

Isabella stopped thinking about it. From the pile of advertisements, she finally found two pieces that

she had not had the time to delete. She copied them down and browsed through them a few times.

It was clear that the photos were taken by a professional photographer. The duration was over half a

month, and the text even had the words "Miss Perez" written on it.

She didn't even need to think who this "Miss Perez' was.

But even if it was against her, why did she have to deliberately contact Lexie?

According to the wealth and grudges, Lexie was probably the only one by her side who met the

requirements.

After pondering for a long time in his mind, Isabella's eyebrows knitted even tighter. As he looked at the

picture on the screen, his heart surged with doubts.

If it was Lexie Ford, but how did she get the photo of Shawn Rayleign eating at a Japanese restaurant?

When she walked past them, she confirmed that other than the four of them, there was no one else in

the private rooms.

Her cell phone vibrated, interrupting her train of thought.

Isabella retracted her gaze, looked at her phone, and hung up.

It was Shawn.

Without even thinking about it, one could already guess that he must have received the news of her

suspension to mock him.

However, a few seconds later, he called back.

Isabella was immediately furious, she pressed the button and taunted, "You seem to be really free, Mr.

Simons. Why are you being so tireless towards me?"

"I heard you were suspended because of me?" His speech was still unhurried, neither slow nor slow,

but warm and refined.

Isabella immediately laughed out loud, "There are so many male protagonists in this story, where did

you get such confidence from?

"Hmm, that's good. Otherwise, I might still feel guilty." Shawn gave a low laugh, and then said,

"However, what I said before was true. If you are willing, you can choose any position you want in

Fantasy."

Isabella's eyes were cold, her indifferent voice carrying a hint of mockery, "Being personally hired by

Fantasy's boss, I am truly flattered. But with my qualifications, I can't even compare to a director of your

company. For the sake of dealing with a Christian Miller, don't you think it's shameful for you to lower

your status?"