Loveless Marriage

Chapter 92 You Believe That Your Won't Rob My Children?

Isabella felt like she was about to out of rage.

She gave Minh an angry glare to shut him up, then tried her best to tell John in a calm tone, "Mr. Smith

need me to deal with issues here in Leeds, so you can go back with Minh first tomorrow morning. As

for the working schedule the next few days, I'll send you later in the evening. Take care of everything in

our department. Call me whenever you have any problems."

John immediately nodded with a serious expression, "No problem, Miss Jones. Don't worry, I arrange

everything well."

Hearing this, Isabella smiled and nodded.

She actually approved of his working ability. Although he wasn't as smart as Minh, he always did his job

down to earth. He could finish what she asked he to do in most cases.

Minh leaned over and smiled at her, "Miss Jones, what about me? What should I do?"

"You?" Isabella pretended to consider for a moment. then she blinked, "Without me, the whole

department would be very busy. I know how smart and efficient you are. so I'll leave the tasks such as

dumping, cleaning and ordering coffee to you. It's a very important mission, so you have to do it well.“

Minh looked at her with a bitter laugh, as if he wanted to cry but had no tears. "Okay...Miss Jones, I'll

definitely do it well. But promise me you won't stay here until next year."

Isabella, "..."

"Don't worry. It's not gonna be next year." He really didn't forget to tease her at any time.

Looking at them, Christian didn't interrupt. With his hands in his pockets, he stood quietly at the side.

Suddenly, Minh looked at Christian, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Mr. Miller, our Miss Jones is

alone here tonight, so you must take good care of her."

Immediately after, he felt a heavy slap landed on his shoulder. Isabella looked at him with a stiff smile,

"I'm really fine, and I don't need anyone to look after me."

Looking at Isabella's fair face, Christian said, "With your instructions, I naturally will take care of Miss

Jones. Now I think she needs some rest. Let's chat outside.“

Isabella, "..."

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Since Christian was here, Minh and John hadn't stayed for long before they left for hotel. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabella, who had held back for long, finally vented her anger. She threw off the quilt and walked to the

man. Without waiting for his explanation, she grabbed onto his clothes and questioned him, "Who

made you call Mr. Smith? How could you make decisions for me? Do you know how much trouble

you've caused?"

B*stard!

Christian's white shirt had been ripped open at the collar, and he could imagine how much strength

Isabella had put in. This also showed that she was at the height of her rage.

But how could Isabella not be angry? This thing really crossed her bottom line. Benton did so much to

finally cooperate with Polygon. For this cooperation, Mr. Smith had also brought down a lot of dignity in

front of the Polygon's representatives. Furthermore, he usually took her to meet Christian face to face,

while every time she pretended not to know him. If Mr. Smith were to know her relationship with

Christian, then how many misunderstandings would he have, and would she still be able to stay in the

company?

Moreover, even if Mr. Smith didn't say anything about it. If there were any problems with their

cooperation with Polygon, she would be the first one to look for.

Christian Looked down at his collar, and then at Isabella's furious face. His expression didn't change a

bit, and he seemed not surprised at her reaction at all. Then he slowly explained, "I just told him that I

met you at a dinner, and found that you were sick, so I sent you to the hospital by the way... As for the

matter that I need your help in my company, I wasn't not lying. There are indeed some issues."

Isabella was startled. She suspiciously looked at him for a few seconds, then continued angrily, "That's

all? Nothing else?"

Christian frowned, "Then what else do you think I would say?"

Isabella pursed her lips tightly. Her breathing became somewhat disordered.

Suddenly, she exerted more strength in her hand and mocked in a cold voice, "Why do you think you

have the rights to make decision for me? Do you think I would obediently stay here just because you

want? Unless you keep an on me all time!"

The light in his eyes deepened as he said calmly, "You haven't been recovered yet, and you need to

rest for another half a day. But this isn't the main reason. If you return to Brighton now, you may get

even more serious."

"..."

Isabella's face changed, with the force in her hand suddenly loosened. She then asked: "What do you

mean by that?"

"My mom looked for you in your company. Do you know that?"

Isabella's eyes flashed. Without denying it, she said coldly, "Then can I avoid her here? What if your

mom gets so angry that she tells my pregnancy to all my colleagues?"

Now she had no choice but have to go back.

Christian said helplessly: "With your current health situation, how could you deal with her when you go

back? Just stay here for two says then I'll go back with you. I handle the issue.“

Looking at him, Isabella slowly calmed down. Only now did she notice his loosened collar, her fingers

shook and she subconsciously loosened them. She then said awkwardly: "Then how will you handle it?

Your mom just wanted to confirm whether the babies were yours or someone else's. If you admit it, the

first thing she would do was to fight for the custody. If you don't admit it, then she may just scold you

and make you away from me."

After pausing for a moment, Isabella looked at him with a cold smile, "I will never agree to the former.

Choose the latter one. She may just blame you."

Frowning, Christian was very dissatisfied with her ridiculing tone, "You don't believe me that I can

handle her?"

Isabella sniffed, pursed her lips and laughed, "It's not that I don't believe you, but do you have any

better choices other than these? Or... You just believe your mom won't rob my child."

She knew so well how his mom was like.