Loveless Marriage

Chapter 66  Who needs you to buy me clothes

Isabella stared at him and felt a bit upset.

She didn't know why she was suddenly softhearted. She knew that he did this only for the children.

Seeing he caring about her, she just couldn't refuse.

'How despicable!" Isabella thought of herself.

Christian bought her a warm milk, then he asked: "What else do you want to eat?"

"I'm not that hungry." Isabella said snappishly.

"Then do you wanna sit down and have a rest?"

In fact, he had followed her the whole way. Lest she be displeased, so he hadn't shown up until just

now.

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Holding the warm milk, she turned to leave.

Christian stopped her and said: "Your mother's leg is injured, so you'll have nothing to do in the ward.

Let's walk for a while and then go back to dinner."

"…"

Isabella stared at him weirdly for a few seconds, then sneered: "You really know how to make decisions

for me. When did I say I'll have nothing to do back there? Do you reckon everyone is like you, who

wanders around like stray dogs all day? "

Christian, "..."

Stary dogs?

She now really has know how to diss him back.

As a judge's daughter, he always knew she was eloquent, while she had never been as harsh as now.

Did she hate him that much?

"I'll be back to Leeds tomorrow, so I'm only free this afternoon. We don't have much time. Come, let's

go." He smiled faintly and held her hand again, not letting her refute.

Isabella was startled by his smile just now, and by the time she went back to her senses, she found

herself had already followed him behind. Her face flushed, then she said sullenly: "Are you walking

your dog? Can you let go of my hand? Don't think you can take advantage of me by using the children

as an excuse."

"…"

Christian had no choice but loose the soft little hand he held, as he didn't want to be chased away. The

next moment, a speeding car passed by her side.

"Be careful!" Christian's face changed and instinctively pulled her into his arms

Isabella was stunned. Before she could realise what had happened, her body was wrapped in warmth.

The smell of his body made her feel at ease.

However, she immediately went back to her senses. With a cold face, she pushed him away, "Let me

go! You really don't miss any chance. "

Christian's handsome face look a little tense. He frowned, "This is what I should tell you. I've never

seen you so confused before. Can you please be careful when you are walking?"

"You, I …"

Hearing this, Isabella was tongue-tied. Her face flushed, but she could't find any words to refute him.

She'd never known that he was so long-winded before.

After that, it became natural for Christian to hold her hand. She would immediately be obedient as soon

as she met his faint gaze, no matter how hard she tried to struggle it away.

It wasn't because she was scared of him, but because he always could find words to refute her, which

mostly were about the children, and that all he did was for them. So she could only give up.

After a while, they arrived at a shopping mall.

Afraid of meeting acquaintances, she didn't want to go inside, frowning, "Why did you take me here?"

"Shopping."

Isabella immediately tried to break her hand away from his, saying: "You can go yourself. I don't wanna

shopping, and I'll go back now."

But Christian gripped her hand more tightly, whose tone was extremely calm as he said, "I'll send you

back after shopping. Why in a rush? Just treat me as a client. Do you need to be so nervous?"

"Who, who is nervous?" Isabella stuttered and said angrily: "Besides, who would hold hand with a

client?"

Anyone would see them as a couple if they held hands like this when shopping. If she met an

acquaintance, how would she explain?

"Then you want my arms around you?"

"…"

"My arms around you?"

"…"

Christian looked at her with a calm and even serious face, "You know, I just can't leave a pregnant

woman alone since there are so many people here. That's not so gentleman."

"…"

"What the hell of gentleman!"

In her heart Isabella roared angrily, whose face dark and gloomy.

She had never known he could be so shameless

"Calm down!" She thought.

After calming dow, she ground her teeth and cursed, "Christian, you win this time!"

B*stard!

The man touched her head and held her hand tightly. He then smiled, "Don't be angry. It may hurt the

babies."

"…"

After that, they entered the mall.

Christian straightly went to the clothing area.

With a cold face, Isabella ignored him and didn't speak. No one knew what she was wondering.

When they stopped at a female clothing store, the saleswoman immediately greeted them with a smile,

"Sir, madam, are you looking for some clothes?"

"Hmm, we'll see by ourselves, thank you." He said with an indifferent tone and glanced round.

"Oh sure. Please call me if you need any help."

After the saleswoman left, Christian went to pick out a few clothes.

Isabella finally felt that something was wrong. She grabbed onto his arm, "Who needs you to buy me

these? Christian, are you insane? "

Even a street hooligan wasn't as shameless as him. He even wanted to buy her clothes after divorce.

Christian pushed her hands away, whose his face didn't change at all. He looked at the clothes as he

said calmly, "Your belly is becoming obvious now. Wearing tight will affect the development of our

children."

Isabella bit her lips: "Then I still don't need you to but it. I can take care of myself."

The outfits she was wearing now were almost all in loose-style, but she couldn't wear in that way every

day, as it may cause suspicions.

"The clothes you'd bought are not the suitable size, which are also ugly and very different from your

previous style. People may get suspicious. Besides, I didn't say I would pay for them. I'm just picking

out for you, so you'll pay by yourself."

"…"

Isabella suddenly wanted to slap him.

Does he even know how expensive it is?

She used to shop in this store here, but now she didn't even dare to have a window shopping. And he

just said that for granted.