Loveless Marriage

Chapter 27  Where Did You Fly From?

At the hotel entrance, Isabella got off with her backpack. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Luke was already waiting at the door, probably because he had received her message. Seeing that she

was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I’m so sorry to have worried you, Luke." Isabella smiled at him embarrassingly.

"As long as you're fine." The man smiled gently and couldn't help but touch her head.

Christian, who got off the car, happened to see such intimate scene. The desire to talk to her alone

immediately disappeared from his heart. With his face darkened, he threw the key to the steward and

entered the hotel.

Seeing that, Isabella subconsciously shouted, "Christian..."

But before she could finish her word, the man had already walked away without even turning his head

back.

She felt it a bit weird.

Luke looked at the back of Christian and asked hesitantly, "You … You argued with him on the way? "

Isabella suddenly became a little upset. She shook her head and said, "No, we didn’t."

They only had a dinner. He probably … was not full.

Luke thought that she was just tired, so he gentle said: "You look tired. Go up and have some rest."

When Isabella returned her room, Rachel had already fallen asleep. She took a bath in the bathroom

and almost fell asleep.

After the bath, she didn't even get on her pajama before falling into a deep sleep.

The biological clock made her get up in the next morning as early as she did on usual weekdays.

As Luke had some work to do, Isabella took Rachel alone to the hotel's dining hall for breakfast.

As she was picking Rachel for food, she saw Christian who was also walking over with Lexie. They

both were dressed in casual attire. Looking from a distance, the handsome man matched the sexy

beaut so well.

As she was observing them, he happened to look over as well, whereas he didn't stop and moved

away.

Isabella curled her lips and continued to pick at the food while asking Rachel about her preferences.

After a while, Rachel pointed at a small piece of cake with her pinky.

"You want to have this?"

She nodded.

Isabella gently smiled, "Okay, I'll get you one."

To be honest, she wanted it as well. It was true that pregnant women were into sweet food.

She cut a small piece for Rachel and a bigger one for herself. When she turned around, a waiter

holding a pot of hot soup walked past her but she didn’t notice. Just as she was about to bump into the

soup in his hands, her mind suddenly went blank and she immediately forgot what to do.

The first thing she heard was a familiar low roar after she came back to her senses, "Isabella! What the

hell were you doing just now? Don't you know how to dodge? "

Isabella glanced at the cake flung on his coat, then at his handsome, sullen face. She didn't know if it

was out of guilt or something, but let out a dry laugh, " Where did you fly from?!

”Christian.."

The man took out a tissue and wiped his clothes casually, sneering "Why didn't I realize that you were

so stupid before? You really have no brain when you go out."

"…"

Isabella's face darkened. That reaction just now was purely a conditioned reflex, and she completely

had no time to react.

Besides, he had only seen her a few times in the past three years. How could he call her stupid?

This b*stard!

Being so angry, she wished she could slap the cake on him with her other hand as well.