Chapter 80 I'm Outside Your Room
Chapter 80 I'm Outside Your Room
Minh was still very curious, "You are so young. You shouldn't have married for long, right? He got bored
so fast? How did a sensible person like you fall for such a man? "
Isabella didn't say a word.
She only thought that he didn't understand it, so she didn't explain too much.
He might not know that nowadays, not everyone could freely get married, such as Christian who was
forced to marry her. That's why he hated him and never liked her ever since.
Seeing that she remained silent, he then knew he might made her upset, so he smiled apologetically,
"Miss Jones, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have talked about this. I truly believe that you'll find someone
better."
Isabella smiled and returned the laptop to him, calmly saying: "Alright, I've settled it. Take a look."
"Hum?" Minh's attention was pulled back to work. He carefully looked at the data and nodded, "Yeah,
that's right. I indeed have a lot to learn."
"Take your time. Compared to those who joined the company same time as you, your current
achievements has been the same as those who has been here for one year." Isabella encouraged.
Just then, her phone suddenly rang.
Being startled for a second, she stood up to get her phone, "Check if there are any other issues. I'll
take a call."
"Oh, sure."
The room was not big. She tightened her coat and sat by the bed. Seeing it was an unfamiliar number,
she then casually answer it.
"Hi."
"It's me."
It was pleasant and deep male voice.
Isabella was startled. She checked the number carefully again before asking in a low voice: "Where did
you call me?"
"The landline in my office."
"Oh, okay." Isabella curled her lips.
"Don't you have anything to say?" He suddenly asked, as if dissatisfied with her tone.
Isabella's expression flickered. She then pretended to ask in an ignorant way: "Say what? Didn't you
just call me yesterday? "
Minh, who sat by her side, was focusing on checking the data. Hearing that, he looked up at her her,
then quickly drooped his head.
"I called Mr. Smith today. He told me that you've come to Leeds. Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
His tone was calm and non-questioning, but Isabella could still hear a bit displeasure.
She felt guilty but was also a little displeased, so she blurted out, "Why did you call him? Do I even
have to report my whereabouts?"
Maybe her reaction was too strong, Minh looked up at her in surprise. "Miss Jones?"NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.
Isabella then suddenly remembered that there was another person in her room. She hung up the
phone awkwardly and got up, "Any other issues?"
"Ugh …Nope." Minh turned down laptop and got up, smiling, "Thank you, Miss Jones, goodnight. I'll
back now."
"Oh, okay. Goodnight."
Isabella hurriedly nodded. Her smile was very amiable, but as soon as she closed the door, she glared
at her phone and cursed, "B*stard!"
Just then, her phone rang again.
Isabella answered it immediately, and said fiercely: "What's up?"
"Are you in the hotel?"
"So what? Anything else? " She still didn't have a good tone.
He had nearly embarrassed her just now.
"It's so late, and there are other man in your room?" Christian's tone changed slightly.
"…"
Isabella was stunned, then suddenly smiled. "What? Is it strange? I'm single now, so there is nothing
wrong with me to stay with a man, right?"
She initially thought that Christian would just ridicule her. Who knew that after a few seconds of silence,
he coldly said, "Where are you right now?"
Isabella's expression changed. She snorted: "Even if you come here to catch him, it's too late, and
besides, you don't seem to have the qualifications now."
He should reflect on his current identity if he wanted to cared about her. Was he still in the habit of
doing so, or did he really want to care about her?
"Isabella Jones!" Christian's voice was clearly displeasant.
"I think you're still in the office, right? Keep your work and I'm hanging up."
Then, without letting him respond, she hung up. Her expression also became dull.
In the middle of the night, she was suddenly awoken by a vibration. From the quilt she groggily
stretched out her hand, but she was so sleepy that she fell asleep again before she could touch her
phone.
After a few seconds few seconds, the vibration continued.
The phone rang again and again. Isabella was irritated and her consciousness became a little clear-
headed. She reached out and turned on the light, got her phone, and cursed, "Who the hell does not let
me sleep?"
Seeing the familiar number, she was so angry that her face turned purple.
After the phone was connected, she immediately scolded, "Christian, are you gonna let me sleep or
not? Why are you so annoying? "
The man, however, responded in a low voice. "I'm outside your room. Open the door."
"…"
Suddenly, Isabella opened her eyes wide with her body froze.
Outside the room... The door?
Then she quickly got up from the bed and walked to the door without even wearing shoes.
The sequence of movements were so rapid that it almost took her breath away. She managed to calm
down before slowly opening the door.
Isabella felt very strange in that instant, as if it was a dream. Was Christian really behind the door?
Under the bright light of the corridor, the man was in a neat suit, looking as calm and handsome as
ever.
She stared at him blankly for a few seconds.
Christian looked down at her, his gaze landed on that pair of fair and tender feet which were on the
ground. He frowned: "Where are your shoes?"
Isabella immediately went back to her senses and wanted to close the door.
Why did she even open the door for him?
How could he let that happen? Seemingly predicting her intention, he walked directly into the room and
closed the door behind him.
Isabella was angry, "Christian, you!"
"The ground is cold. I'll take you to bed." After that, he picked her up and walked to the bed.
Isabella: "..."
Why did this sound so … flirting.
After he put her on bed, she immediately pushed him away, staring at him warily. "How did you find
here?"
"It's not difficult to have someone find it out." Christian took off his jacket and said indifferently.
Isabella subconsciously bit her lips, then self-deprecatingly snorted, "Indeed, for you it's just a piece
cake."
But then she said angrily, "But barging into someone's room at midnight, even if the hotel security
doesn't care, will the police not? Leave now or I'll call the police. "
She thought she was really insane that she even opened the door for him just now.