Loveless Marriage

Chapter 82  The Battered-Body Trick

However, Isabella still ordered some egg and porridge, and some meat pie especially for him. He

hadn't eaten for so long, so she reckoned he must be very hungry.

When they waited for the dishes, Isabella didn't bother him, just pretended to play with her phone,

ignoring him as much as she could.

Looking at the side of her face, where her eyelashes curled up slightly, Christian asked with a flat tone.

“Did Simon contact you again?"

Glimmers danced in Isabella's eyes, and she replied without raising her head, “It was about work. I

couldn't deny."

"Then why you rejected me so straightly?"

"..."

Isabella was startled. She weirdly looked at him, “He is definitely not a good person, but how good you

think you are? For me, I would reject as many as I could.”

Hearing that, Christian frowned with dissatisfaction, “I didn't mean to hurt you."

Isabella put down her phone and sneered disdainfully, “do you know that your words are the standard

sayings of two-timers? You touched yourself while hurt others at the same time."

Furthermore, he didn't even know whether what he said were out of humanity or love.

Christian frowned tighter and suddenly asked, "Adrian said you like me."

Isabella's expression stiffened. She looked at him in silence for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a

bright smile, taunting, “I didn't know that he's a love expert."

"Not really. He just dated a few more women." He explained seriously.

"Oh, so you don't understand because you haven't dated so many women like him?"

Without saying anything, he tacitly agreed.

Isabella propped up her chin, pouting, as she admired his handsome face, but her gaze was filled with

ridicule, “then you might just say that you're an idiot. Your sexual desire was not enough to awake you?

I've slept with you for three years, and you still need someone else to tell you my feelings? Christian,

you really have no heart, do you?”

"So...Adrian is right?" Christian only cared about this.

It was indeed his fault, as he had never cared about her thought. At first, he thought that his sexual

desire didn't mean anything, which just made him think of her when he needed her. However, after

experiencing so much, he finally realised.

Isabella's mouth twitched.

He really didn't understand girl.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat." Seeing the waiter come, she turned her face away from him.

Christian held her wrist, looking at her with a burning gaze. “You haven't answered me yet."

"…”

Isabella bit her lips and slowly said: “You don't want me to eat well?"

Christian's face tensed up. But he still released her wrist.

Isabella took her poached egg and started to eat. Then she slowly smiled.

The onlookers saw most clearly. It might not be a pity for them to get a divorce.

After the breakfast, it was completely bright. However, the sun hadn't come out yet, and it was very

foggy.

At the entrance of the hotel, Isabella gave the jacket back to him, saying coldly: “Now that we have

done eating and chatting. You should go back now."

Christian nodded expressionlessly.

Isabella then turned and left.

But after a few steps, she stopped and stared at him following her. “Why haven't you left?"

Christian's expression didn't change, and he said naturally, “I'm tired. You know fatigue driving is very

dangerous. I need rest."

With that, he passed her and headed straight into the hotel.

In shock, Isabella's eyes widened while she couldn't refute. She suddenly understood that she had

been tricked again.

He came over all the way early in the morning, played the battered-body trick and even ordered a room

for himself.

He had just said that he would go to Brighton at dawn.

B*stard!

How shameless!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Within just a few seconds, her anger swelled

to the extreme. She chased after him with her two slender legs, holding his arm and gritting her teeth,

“Christian Miller!"

The man paused before glancing at his arm, then he asked slowly: "Are you not afraid of being seen by

others?"

"…”

Isabella subconsciously released her hand, but her voice still sounded angry, “You planned this!"

He continued walking forward, gently smiled and said, “Planned what? You've already said I'm not

made of iron. After working for so long, I would naturally get frustrated. Now that there's a hotel here, I

don't even need to find one."

Isabella subconsciously followed him, her voice unconsciously rising, "If you have already booked a

room, why knocked on my door at midnight?"

He did it on purpose, definitely.

When they were having breakfast, she ridiculed him for being heartless. But he clearly had a 'black

heart', as she was the one being tricked.

"I came here only to see you."

"You...”

"Also, your loud voice will wake people up." Christian smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. He

held her as he walked forward, “Let's go. I won't rest. We can quarrel in your room."

"…”

Isabella was so angry that her chest even hurt. She pursed her lips and didn't say a word with her face

darkened.

Christian calmly arrived at her room. He then glanced at the room next door and suddenly asked, “Are

we going to my room or yours?"

His tone was serious, but it sounded flirting.

Afraid that others would hear her, she clenched her teeth and pushed him away fiercely, “Don't let me Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

see you again."