Loveless Marriage

Chapter209 Only the News About Me Is Real

He stood at the door watching quietly for a while, then walked closer. He slowly bent over and pressed

his lips against her face. He said in a low voice, "I will take care of this matter."

Just now, Steven had called and approximately brief him on the situation. She was respo0nsible for it,

but he did not have any intentions of blaming himself or regret, maybe he had thought that way, and

was caught a step ahead of schedule. But no matter what he wanted to do, it was under the

precondition that he did not hurt her.

The woman opened her eyes and looked at his face that was just inches away from her. She stared at

him for more than ten seconds before she finally said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'll deal with it myself. Just

leave it to me."

When Christian saw her expression, a wave of dejected emotion gushed out from his heart. It was like

the emptiness of being abandoned, like nothing he did could enter her heart. It was as if she had never

needed him to be on her own …

That feeling was real … It was both sad and helpless.

But in the end, a hint of compromise flashed through his eyes. He pinched her lower jaw, lowered his

head and kissed her lips, from her lips to her face, over and over again.

"Alright, I don't care. If you have any questions, you can tell me." He released her, his chin touching her

forehead. He pulled the quilt from his side and covered her body, wrapping it tightly. He said in a low,

hoarse voice, "You need to rest. Sleep for a while, huh?"

Isabella looked at him absentmindedly for a while, then let out a soft 'Okay'. She closed her eyes and

slightly tilted her head, "You go and do something first, I'll help you lock the door when I leave."

Christian did not speak further, he got up and smoothed the blanket on her body. After looking at it for a

while, he walked out and gently closed the door.

He did not leave but picked up the cigarette case and the ignition on the table as he passed through

the living room and went out onto the balcony.

He lit up a cigarette, took a puff, and threw it to the side along with the smoke. He looked around with a

serious expression, not knowing what to say. After a while, he exhaled a few mouthfuls of smoke, took

out his cell phone, and dialed a number.

After a second, the line connected and a man's respectful voice sounded, "Sir."

"Canon, find someone to deal with the articles online."

"Well, do we need to find out the person behind it?"

"No need." Christian held the cigarette in his hand and casually flicked the ash on the cigarette.

To have so many similar articles appearing at the same time, she must have bought a lot of water army

articles. Without guessing, it was targeted at her alone. She could solve the problem by herself among

the group of people around her.

Isabella originally did not want to sleep, it was just that the morning incident had too much of an impact

on her, so she did not have the mental energy to care about other things.

She did not know how long she had slept, but her nerves were tense as if she had just woken up from

a nightmare. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a minute before turning her head to look

at the closed curtains.

Opening the bedroom door, she could smell the fragrance of food wafting over from the direction of the

kitchen.

She paused, frowning slightly as she lifted her wrist and looked at her watch.

It was at eleven o'clock. It was actually noon. She seemed to have slept for a long time.

She casually pulled her hair with her fingers and walked towards the kitchen. As she stood at the door,

she saw the man busying himself in the kitchen. His slender and good—looking body was wrapped in a

light blue apron, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up as he skillfully stir—fried dishes.

She had bought the apron with him at the supermarket.

Isabella quietly looked at him, a little absent—minded, the man's serious expression made her feel that

it was unreal.

As soon as he put the dish on the plate, he carried it to the side. The man happened to catch a glimpse

of her, but he wasn't frightened by her deathly still figure. His expressionless face softened slightly.

"Wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Isabella saw that he did not move, but she was just distracted, as though she had returned to the past,

but it was different. The room had more smoke and fire, making people's hearts warm up.

After being slow for a few seconds, she finally responded with an "Oh, okay" and turned around to go

to the washroom.

Christian smiled faintly.

When they were eating, Isabella still felt a little uncomfortable. Furthermore, the atmosphere was too

quiet, which made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles. After eating a mouthful of rice, she

glanced at him, and pretended to be indifferent as she asked, "You stayed at home the whole

morning?"

"It's out." The man gave her a piece of fish and replied plainly, "I went downstairs to the market to buy

some food."

It was just that he was afraid that she would wake up and not walk too far away.

"…"

Isabella was at a loss for words for a second and she almost choked on her food, she then picked up

her cup and drank some water.

She pursed her lips, put down the cup, and said seriously, "You just moved your work over. Is the

company not busy?"

Being absent—minded, she could not recall how he had discovered her and allowed her to be carried

back by him.

"It takes time."

He had originally come back here so that he could take better care of her.

Isabella understood what he meant, and curled her lower lip, "I do not need anyone to take care of me,

if I do not work recently, then I do not need to, you just stay busy at the company."

She just treated it as giving herself a break. Although she was caught off guard, for the sake of her

child, she couldn't risk her life too much.

"If you're bored, you can come with me to the company."

"…"

Isabella was startled, she raised his eyes and looked at him, the man's expression was very casual, as

though she was saying some ordinary words, his eyes did not waver.

She blinked and stuttered, "Christian..."

Today was a day of heated discussion, yet he had brought her along to flaunt himself. Was he planning

to ruin everything and not hide anything?

Christian carried the dish and ate it in silence. His gaze was focused on the dish in front of him as he

said calmly, "Rather than defending themselves, it's better to let them know the truth. The characters

involved in the articles online, except me, are all fake." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Puff …" "Cough cough" Isabella choked and coughed heavily.

Christian stretched out his long arm and moved the water near his hand. "Eat slowly."

Was she in a hurry?

Isabella gulped down half a cup of water, then glared at him as tears came out of her eyes. She

flustered, "What are you talking about, I want to find the culprit."

"Yeah, and also prove that you and I are innocence." The man nodded and, without batting an eyelid,

added more dishes to her bowl.

Isabella was instantly so angry that she wanted to vomit blood. She wanted to prove her innocence, but

it was not enough to add to her troubles.

"Why are you innocent? The one who suffers is me and it's also me who is slandered as well."