Loveless Marriage

Chapter 103  So Dull

After crying in Naomi's embrace for long, Isabella finally calmed down. She rubbed her wet eyes,

asking, "How are you and Mr. Hayward doing?"

Naomi was startled, then suddenly blushed. She pretended to be calm and said: "We went back to the

very beginning. It's just that he would take me along every time he goes on a business trip, and takes

care of me."

"…"

Isabella blinked her eyes, "Nothing more? He didn't say anything else to you?"

Naomi's gaze dimmed. She curled her lips and shook her head, "No, he's not much of a talker. With his

poker face, I can't figure out his mind."

"So you never tried anymore?"

Naomi's eyelids instantly rolled upwards, saying: "D*mn! Don't mention it! Before I even received roses

from a chaser of me in front of him, but he didn't have any reaction, or even mentioned it later."

"…"

Isabella didn't know what to say. She knew that Naomi was intelligent and could think of more ways

than her.

"And you've never done that ever since?"

Naomi's expression was a little strange. Not knowing if she was disappointed or relieved, she just

shook her head, "Since that time, I dared not to over-drink, and I only drank a little even in social

engagement, so does he. He tried to keep distance from me now.”

"…"

Isabella became a bit confused. What did that man mean? She felt that he could control his feelings

even more than Christian.

Not knowing what Isabella was thinking about, Naomi hesitated and said: "Actually later on, I thought

about whether or not I should get drunk again, or just pretend to be drunk to figure out his attitude. But

after I saw a photo in his wallet, I gave up."

Isabella said in shock: "He, he didn't get married, did he?"

Naomi shook her head in disappointment, "I asked him before, and he said he didn't. But the person on

photo was indeed a pretty girl in her twenties. She might be his girlfriend.”

"Have you ever seen her in reality?" Isabella frowned. Her exquisite facial features scrunched together.

Could it really be a misunderstanding?

"No, I haven't. But I heard him on the phone with her." Naomi said, holding Isabella's hand, she lowered

her voice, "I've never seen him talk to anyone so gently."

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Isabella suddenly became even more upset, and she immediately comforted her: "It might not be what

you think. When he was looking for you that day, I don't feel that the anxiety in his eyes was

pretended."

Naomi scratched her head, sighing: "I thought about it later, and decided to forget about it. If he

continues to be like this, at least it means he wasn't that bad. We were both drunk that night. He

wanted to be responsible for me. while I refused. Maybe I should just let it go. How could I separate a

couple?"

Looking at her, Isabella helplessly smiled, "Since he wants to keep distance, then why would he take

you every time he goes on a business trip?"

"…" Naomi choked. Not knowing how to answer, she stammered: "Ah...I don't know that either."

"Are you his personal assistant now?"

Hearing that, Naomi immediately glared at her, "Of course not, I have my own job, and I don't want to

go with him either. but he's my supervisor, and he always made an excuse for it. what can I say?"

Looking outside the window Isabella started to ponder.

"Ah, just let it go...So annoying.” Naomi waved her hands with a face full of annoyance. Suddenly, she

thought of something and asked: "Oh, if you haven't been working for days. How did you explain it to

your company?"

Currently, there were few people know that she was the daughter of Tristan Jones, the previous judge

in jail now. Moreover, she deliberately hided this identity as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"I took a few days off, saying that my mother was sick." Isabella said lightly.

No matter who was sick, they definitely wouldn't leave the hospital these days. Fortunately, Mr. Smith

hadn't asked any further. She didn't have much time to worry about her job during these period either.

"Alright then, tell me if you're too busy later on. I'll help when I have time."

Isabella immediately smiled with gratitude, "Naomi, thank you so much."

They chatted for a while, then Naomi left.

Hospital downstairs, Naomi walked a few steps before stopping. She took out her phone and dialled a

number.

After the phone was connected, she said, "I've already gave the money to her. She doesn't seem to be

suspicious about that, and her mood has also eased a little. What you're worried about shouldn't

happen."

After a few seconds of silence, a deep male voice slowly rang, "Thank you, Naomi."

Naomi slowed her pace, looking at the clear sky, she said indifferently: "Mr. Miller, although I also want

her to keep the children, but I still hope that you can put yourself into her shoes as well. I don't know

the exact reason why you gave her the money, but your identity will definitely put her into an awkward

situation. As long as she is a woman with some dignity, she wouldn't accept it."

"I understand. or I won't have asked you for help."

Naomi scoffed, then coldly interrupted him, "You don't understand! You must have come to me as you

were out of ideas, right? Since she's in difficulties and needs help now, you think she would definitely

accept your money as long as she's stupid. Mr. Miller, oh no, President Miller, until now, you still don't

understand Isabella, nor do you truly understand why she insisted on divorce with you that time. "

Christian was completely silent.

Just as Naomi thought that he was about to hang up, he suddenly asked, "Do you know that?"

"He …" Naomi smiled coldly, "Yeah I know it, but so what? You know that I won't tell you. If you just

couldn't understand, then you are not meant for him."

It was a waste of Isabella's years of love of him.

Christian's calm voice sounded, "I didn't mean to ask you about it, but still thank you for saying that.

You've helped me a lot these days."

After that, he hung up.

Naomi was startled. She looked at her phone, then fiercely pouted her mouth and said: "He's really too

dull."