Loveless Marriage

Chapter 81  I Do Want To See You

Christian was still very calm, compared to her burning anger. He casually placed his jacket on the side,

then naturally sat on the side of her bed: “I just come back from the company. Knowing that you are

here, I just stopped by to see you. Sorry for disturbing your sleep."

"…”

Isabella was almost choked by his sincere words.

Christian's attitude towards her actually didn't change much. He was like a guest before they got

divorce, always being polite but distant from her. But now, no matter what she did, he was always

patient.

Last time he said he wasn't sure if he liked her, but how did he know that he changed his feelings not

because of the babies?

Women seemed to be more doubting than men. He didn't know that every single word of him would

make her consider for long.

With complicated emotions, she lowered her eyes and spoke coldly, “Now that you have seen me.

Shouldn't you leave?"

Christian's eyes dimmed. Seeing that she was sitting on bed in her pyjamas, he casually put his jacket

on her, and asked softly: “Don't you have anything to say? If I don't come for you, you wouldn't go to

see me, would you?"

Feeling warm on her body, Isabella unnaturally moved back a bit, and said indifferently, “I came here

for business, not travelling, so I don't have time to see you. Besides, do you even have time for me?"

It was already around three or four in the morning, and he even worked until now. Didn't he have so

many subordinates? Wasn't he afraid of sudden death?

Christian raised his eyes to look at her, saying, “how do you know that I don't want to see you? What if I

say the reason I worked until now is because I planned to return to Brighton at dawn?”

"…"

Isabella was startled for a moment. But in the next instant, she said indifferently with her face turned to

the other side, “It's your own reason that you'll need to go back there. Does it have anything to do with

me? Do you really have no idea how your mom knew that I'm pregnant?"

If he hadn't keep pestering her recently, would Lexie doubt her?

Initially, she thought that she would never contact with him after divorce, but she didn't expected that

things was getting more and more complicated.

Christian nodded and didn't refute, “Sorry. I'll deal with it."

"…”

His apologies made Isabella speechless. Even if she wanted to throw a tantrum, she was unable to do

so. Seeing his frustration, she even felt softhearted.

She unconsciously softened her tone. “There is no hurry to return to Brighton. You should go home and

rest first."

A light flashed past Christian's eyes. He then looked at his watch and said: “It'll be morning when I

arrived at home. You can sleep for a while. I'll wait outside, and then take you to breakfast."

After that, he took his coat and was about to leave.

Isabella subconsciously called out to him, “Christian, I don't need you to take me for breakfast. You go

home."

He had stayed up until now and he must have been frustrated. Why would he even accompany her for

breakfast?

Christian put on his jacket, his slender fingers buttoning up the coat. He smiled, “Whether you are

willing or not is your business. Moreover, I didn't have dinner last night, so I don't have the strength to

drive now."

Isabella's expression changed instantly, as her voice also rose higher and sounded a bit angry: "You

haven't eaten since last night? Christian Miller, do you think you are made of iron?”

That was why he looked so bad. He was too busy to eat or sleep. Even prime minister wouldn't be like

him.

Had he always worked so hard before?

Isabella felt a little upset for some reason. She frowned and suddenly got out of the bed.

Christian was slightly startled. “What are you doing?" Looking at her, he asked.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat something." She said angrily, then carried the clothes to get changed in

bathroom.

Christian stopped her in time, frowning, “You're pregnant, and you can't be like me. Go to bed."

He then patted her head and said in a low voice, “Good girl. We'll have breakfast when it's morning."

"I've slept for long enough, so it doesn’t matter." Isabella completely ignored his words, and directly

removed his hand, coldly saying: “If you suddenly die, I cannot image what your mom would do at my Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

home. And I'll feel guilty my whole life, on what grounds?"

How could she stop loving someone who she had loved for years? He may be heartless, but she

couldn't bear to see him suffer.

Without showing any emotions on his handsome face at all, he just said with a soft and calm voice, “If I

die, you only feel guilty?"

Isabella hurriedly avoided his gaze and ridiculed: "I didn't force you to do this. How many hours do you

expect I'll feel guilty for?"

"…”

He quietly stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

He even lightly rubbed against her forehead by his chin, saying in a deep voice, “It seems I can't die.

Leave the guilt for your Luke."

Isabella was caught off guard by his embrace, and her face was flushed. She struggled and became

angry with embarrassment, “What does it have to do with Luke? Let go of me!”

Afraid that he would be chased out after irritating her, he released her hand and smiled, “It doesn't

matter. Go sleep. I'll wait for you outside."

"…”

Holding her clothes, Isabella watched him leave in a daze. She suddenly felt like she had been tricked.

It was still dark at 4 o'clock in the morning. Not until they were out of the hotel did Isabella feel a bit

cold.

Fortunately, she had slept early last night. Otherwise she couldn't get up this morning.

Christian took off his jacket and put it on her. He warmly said: "It's warm in my car. I'll drive it."

"If you'll drive it, you might just go home directly." Isabella rolled her eyes. She glanced around and

then pointed to a restaurant across the street: "Let's go there."

"Okay" Christian agreed. He then took her hand and walked towards there.

Without saying anything, Isabella's face flushed.

At four o'clock, most restaurants were closed. The one they went to was open all night, where there

were only few people, looking a bit desolate.

The waiter, who was playing with his phone with his head lowered, quickly came to himself when he

heard them coming. He walked to them, "Welcome, this way please."

Isabella randomly picked a seat.

Christian sat down beside her and asked the waiter, “Menu, please."

"Oh, right," The waiter then handed the menu to him.

Without even looking at it, Christian just placed it to Isabella's face, "Weren't you hungry? You order."

"I…" Isabella was about to refute him but stop at the second thought. She lowered her head to look at

the menu.

Last night, she had eaten quite a lot as the dishes were very palatable. Now she woke up so early, so

she wasn't hungry at all. She said that all because of him.