Loveless Marriage

Chapter213

Christian's eyes flashed with a cold glint, "It looks like Jafari has always been a member of the Ford's."

Canon gave a definite answer, "Yes."

"There's no need to check there. Come back."

Then he hung up.

… …

After half a day, Christian finished all the work at hand, and after work, he held another temporary

meeting. It was unknown if it was because he was afraid that Isabella would be waiting too anxiously,

or she would leave his apartment, but after that, he returned to Scenery Bay almost immediately.

Inside the apartment, he stood at the door, pressed the code, confirmed, and pushed open the door. A

gust of wind blew into the room, then he turned on the light, scanned the living room, and before he

could put down his computer, he headed straight for his bedroom.

He turned on the light in the bedroom and looked at the quilt that was bulging on the bed. His cold

expression seemed to have calmed down.

Putting the laptop bag on the table, he walked to the bedside and gently lifted a corner of the quilt.

From the soft blanket, he revealed a small, fair face, breathing evenly and quietly.

His expression flickered, his heart completely softening into a puddle of water. He bent over and

lowered his forehead slightly, kissing the lips that tempted him at all times.

The suffocating feeling caused the sleeping Isabella to feel a bit uncomfortable. She frowned, her

sense of smell being drowned by the cold atom sphere from the man's body.

She moaned softly and slowly opened her eyes. Realizing the man's actions, she blushed and

subconsciously tried to avoid his gaze.

Christian lowered his head and kissed her face. Then, he stopped and stuck his face against hers. The

acoustic line said gently, "Are you sleeping the whole afternoon?"

Isabella felt that it was a little hot, she reached out to push the blanket on him, and said unnaturally,

"No, just for a while."

Christian stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt back on her, laughing, "It's easy to catch a cold this

way. Do you want to sleep again or get up? "

Isabella looked at him, then turned and looked at the window, frowned, "You just returned from work?"

It was already dark, and she seemed to have slept for a long time.

Christian lifted his hand and lightly caressed his lips that had just been ravaged by him. His eyes

gradually began to burn. "Yep."

Isabella sensed a trace of danger and was so nervous that her heart was trembling. She reached out

her hand to her chest to pull the distance between the two of them, avoiding her line of sight, and said,

"You go out first. I'll go in and take a bath and then I'll come out."

She was covered in sweat and her body was sticky.

"Okay, then do you want to go home for dinner, or you want to go back after eating?" Or stay here

tonight.

Isabella took a deep breath, turned her head and avoided his approach. She could not endure it any

longer, she suddenly sat up, and said quickly, "Go back after bath."

With that, she got off the bed and quickly went into the bathroom.

Christian stood up, and couldn't help but lower his head as he laughed.

However, Isabella despaired upon realizing that she did not have any clothes to change. Back then,

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Isabella closed the water and pursed her lips, then turned and looked at the facilities in the bathroom.

Christian's bath towel, his pyjamas...

After struggling for a while, she bit her lower lip and shouted towards the outside, "Christian, do you still

have my clothes here?"

She did not ask him for clothes directly. She wanted to remind him tactfully that she had no clothes.

"Nope." Christian's calm voice came from outside.

When Isabella bit on her gum, was he dumb or was she pretending to be stupid?

She stood in front of the bathroom door with her back bent and a blush on her face. Just as she was

about to say something, a man's voice came from outside at a leisurely pace, "Do you want me to go to

your house to get it or …Ask your mom to send it over? "

"…"

Isabella almost thought about it. Christian was doing it on purpose. Was there any difference between

going to her house to get it and asking her mother to send it over? If her mother knew that she stayed

here all day and even took a bath, she must ask her questions the whole night.

After struggling for a few seconds, she angrily knocked on the door, "Christian, bring me some your

clothes."

"Isn't there a towel inside?" Christian's lazy voice continued to sound as if he was still in the bedroom.

"I don't want to use your towel." Isabella growled in exasperation, as she felt that it was a bit shameful.

If she wore his towel, would it be any different than standing naked in front of him? When she thought

of the time at the hotel, she could no longer treat that man like a calm willow tree.

There was no sound from outside, and half a minute later there was a knock on the door.

His voice was heard as his eyes turned red. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you need a bra?"

Isabella, "..."

As if he had faintly guessed something, Isabella's small hands suddenly stopped moving. Gritting her

teeth, she spoke in an extremely calm and collected manner, and then stopped every single word.

However, if one listened carefully, they would still be able to hear a hint of nervousness in her voice. If

you don't want to be smoked by me, then put down your clothes and leave immediately. "

Christian, "..."

His licked his lower lip. If he wanted to go in, so what if he got slapped? But … She was in a bad mood

today, and he didn't want to make her angry.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Christian placed his clothes back into her hands and turned to

leave the bedroom.

Taking the clothes, Isabella quickly locked the door. Inside, Isabella who was leaning on the door was

slightly relieved, her little face red and dripping blood.

If he barged in, she didn't know what to do.

After Isabella changed her clothes, she walked out. Although a man's shirt wasn't exaggerated enough

to be worn as a skirt, his sleeves had indeed grown past her arms, as if wrapping her inside.

It took a lot of efforts for her to roll up several times to expose her hands, with her lower body remaining

naked. His pants were too big, and they fell off when she put them on. Finally, she simply returned to

the bed and wrapped herself in the blanket.

Christian hadn't heard anything from outside for a long time, so he knocked on the door again and

walked in once again. Turning his head around, he saw the woman who wrapped herself up in the bed,

leaving only her head exposed. He was stunned and said, “Haven’t I given you the

clothes?”