Loveless Marriage

Chapter 51 I Always Save a Beauty as a Hero

After that unpleasant matter, Isabella hadn't seen Christian for half a month, nor did they contact with

each other.

She would still unconsciously glance the big building opposite her every day when she was in

office. However, the curtains were drawn all the time, so she thought that he should have already

returned to Leeds.

He always distinguished well between business and personal affairs, so she quickly tossed it to the

back of her mind.

At noon, after using her computer for half a day, Isabella went to the fitness centre after lunch, walking

slowly on the treadmill.

She'd been so busy lately that she almost forgot that she was pregnant. There was a baby in her baby,

so she must take good care of herself.

"Miss Jones, what are you doing?" A colleagues who came in saw her walking very slowly on a

treadmill, couldn't help but ask in confusion.

Isabella smiled and said, "Why? Can't I take a walk after lunch?"

"Sure you can! In such a large company only you take a walk on a treadmill. Miss Jones, I admire you."

He then gave her a thumbs-up, which however was more of joking.

Isabella didn't care about what he said. She put the headphones in her ears then continued to walk.

After ten minutes, She slowly stopped the machine. Then she leaned against the treadmill, breathing

softly.

"Miss Jones, here you are!"

There was a clear and bright voice behind her.

Startled, Isabella turned her head and saw a young and handsome face. She immediately took off her

headphones and took the water from his hands, smiling. "Thanks."

Minh Johnson, an intern who had just entered her department a few weeks ago. He was three years

younger than her, who worked hard and was very out going. She liked him very much.

"How's your work these days? Did you find any trouble? "

Minh slowly ran on the treadmill beside her. He revealed a mouthful of white teeth with a grin, "How

hard could it be? Probably the biggest problem is... It was too idle."

"..."

Isabella didn't what to say for a second. She had been too busy recently to have a rest, but he said that

he was too idle. Was he not afraid that she, his superior, would be unhappy?

Minh seemed to see through her depression and said smilingly: "I can finish my work rather quickly. If

you don't have enough time, Miss Jones, I can help you."

Isabella raised her eyebrows. she joked while looking at him: "Why do I feel like I'm going to lose my

job? Are you sure you're not here to replace me? "

"How dare I? I'm not as excellent as you. Even if I could get into your position in one year, you are my

superior." His smile was unrestrained, which had the feeling of a young man in high spirits.

"One year?" Isabella said, "You brat, even I spent three years by working day and night to get to this

position."

Hearing that, Minh laughed a silly laugh .

Isabella put down the water, walked down the treadmill, and said, "Didn't you say you are always idle? I

have a social gathering this afternoon, but John couldn't attend it as he has other things to do. You

come with me. "

Minh's eyes lit up, "You want me to drink the wine for you?"

"..."

Isabella looked at him strangely, "Are you excited about that? You even an alcoholic? "

Minh laughed, "As a hero, I never miss a chance to save a beauty. Also, you should remember this

while issuing bonus."

"..."

Hearing this, Isabella didn't even know what to say. She stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds,

and ridiculed: "For only half a month, you now have deeply understand what a workplace is like. Kid,

you will do better than me in future."

Scratching the back of his head, Minh pretended to be innocent, "Really? Then I will never forget your

nurturing in the future."

Isabella was amused by him.

Afternoon, in the Boom Hotel.

Isabella was dressed very formally. Her black jacket was slightly loose, which covered her belly

completely. Her long hair was tied behind her head, and she wore low-heels.

Minh was dressed in a suit, which showed off his calmness. However, his temperament was ruined the

moment he spoke.

"Miss Jones, we are dressing too formal. Are our guests today very important?"

Looking at him who was rather tall, Isabella could not hold back her laughter though she wanted to be

serious, "Just be quiet and follow behind me. I haven't seen this guest before either. Mr. Smith told me

that he has some status."

From Mr. Smith's tone yesterday, she could tell that if it wasn't for his business trip abroad, he would

definitely pick his up today.

"Oh, okay …" He nodded blankly and pulled at his tie.

Isabella couldn't help but laugh again, then help him tie it, saying, "Don't be nervous. It shouldn't be that

serious. I thought that you fear nothing. "

Minh unnaturally touched his nose and smiled awkwardly. "I, I … just afraid that I may lose your face."

"that's not a big deal, but I'm afraid those people despise us. If so, no matter how attentive we are,

everything would be useless." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

Mr. Smith just let her, a department manager, to meet them. If their position was really high, then it

would be awkward.

Two of them entered the elevator, and Isabella pressed on the button for the third floor.

Then she carefully knocked on the door after finding the right room.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

A lot of people were in that large private room. Only then did Isabella realise that it was a royal ball,

not a one on one meeting.

There were also some people that she knew, who were all leaders in companies and enterprises with

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"Miss Jones." Minh exchanged a glance with her.

Isabella waved her hand, and smiled as she walked into the crowd.

She then asked a waiter:" Excuse me, where is Mr. Simons?"

"Miss, he is over there."

Looking at the direction he pointed and nodded, "Thanks."

Then, she walked a few steps forward and greeted him: "Hello, I am Isabella Jones from Benton

Technology."

While she stayed calm on surface, she was actually a bit shocked seeing him.

She thought he would be a fat and greasy man in his middle age, but was this handsome guy, who had

a temperament not even inferior to Christian, really Simons?

It would be pity for him not to be an actor.

After the man heard the voice, his attention shifted to her. He sized her up for a second, then smiled

and reached out his hand, "Hello, I am Shawn Simons."

Isabella was startled. she had paid attention to his face just niw, and forgot to shake his hand. In a

second she went back to her senses, and immediately said with embarrassment: "Hello."

Looking at her with a deeper gaze, Shawn then smiled faintly, "There is no need to be so formal. No

business today. Make yourself comfortable."