Loveless Marriage

Chapter 94 If We Hug Tightly

"As long as he doesn't make you any trouble. Why are you concerned about him?" Adrian frowned.

Christian replied calmly, "He suddenly expanded his territory all the way to Brighton. With so many

companies there, the first company he went to was Benton, which made me suspicious."

But the most important thing was that Shawn had been paying too much attention to Isabella, even

making Christian feel that the reason Shawn cooperated with Benton was because of her.

Adrian smacked his lips, "Didn't he start his territory by doing internet? Although Benton can't be

considered as outstanding, it was still rather good among all the internet companies in Brighton. If his

vision was much worse than yours, he wouldn't be in his current position now."

Then he stopped, and suddenly smiled, looking at him playfully, "Do you think... that he went to Benton

was because of you? Even if so, he should be a woman. Don't tell me he's gay?"

Christian shot a cold glance at him, and said coldly: "I opened up my filiale there first, then he

immediately came. His movements are so fast. Do you think he planned all these in a day?"

Adrian scoffed, "The reason you opened the filiale was to chase that woman, but what's he for? Even if

it was for Polygon, it wasn't the first time you have seen such business competition. Why are you so

suspicious?"

"..."

Christian stopped talking. He then lit a cigarette and started smoking. The smoke drowned the deep

and unfathomable expression on his face.

Was he also paranoid about Shawn's intention towards Isabella?

...

In the hospital, Isabella turned down her laptop after she had finished all her work. Looking at the time

on her phone, she slowly pursed her lips.

Did he really leave her here?

Didn't he ever think that she would be angry as well?

Never mind, it would be better if he left, as she could be discharged tomorrow morning.

She then threw her phone aside, pulled up her quilt and lay down.

At midnight, the hospital was quite silent. Although the lights were bright, under the white decorations,

she couldn't feel any kind of warmth.

After an unknown period of time, she seemed to hear the sound of the door being unlocked while she

was sleeping. Then she suddenly woke up, but she didn't move.

Under the quilt, her hands were clenched tightly. She held her breath and listened carefully to what was

happening.

The footsteps gradually drew closer, which seemed to be lightened deliberately. Not until the person

get to the bed did she actually feel him.

Did he come back?

Has he finally stop being angry?

Just as Isabella was wondering, there was a sudden light in front of her eyes.

Christian pulled down the quilt to reveal her small face. His movements were gentle and slow, and his

fingers had accidentally touched her face. His warm touch suddenly made her feel relaxed.

However, she suddenly frowned and slowly opened her eyes as if she had just woken up. Looking at

the handsome face above, she muttered in surprise, "Did you smoke?"

Although the smell was very light, but as a person who had been addicted to smoking, she could sense

it at once.

She was shocked that he had never touched these things before. Where did he go before?

Christian didn't expect her to suddenly wake up. His hand that wanted to touch her face froze in midair

as well, then he quietly took it back, and said gently: "Sorry, I'll wash up later."

Isabella immediately frowned: "Since when did you start smoking?"

Christian was stunned for a second, then he smiled carelessly, "I'm an adult, not a child. It's normal for

me to smoke."

"Normal? Then why did you still care about me when I smoked before?"

"As I wouldn't get myself into the hospital because of drinking and smoking."

"..."

Afraid that she may be angry again, Christian rubbed the hair on her forehead, saying gently, "Rest, I

won't disturb you."

Looking at him for a while, Isabella couldn't help but ask, "Why are you back?"

With the doctors and nurses around, nothing would have happened to her. Why did he still come back

after going out for so long?

Christian then chuckled, "If I Leave a pregnant woman alone here, the police will probably gets to me

tomorrow."

Isabella looked straightly at him. There were no expression on her face.

Christian then sat down on the side of her bed, looking at her with a smile, "Alright, I was in the hospital

all the time. Where else do you want me to go?"

Isabella was startled, whose expression became complicated, "You was here all time?"

"Yeah. Adrian came over just now, so we wasted some time chatting down there. Sorry to let you worry

about me."

"..."

Isabella's face flushed, then she stuttered: "who, who's worried about you. Stop being so self- Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

confident."

Christian said in a light tone, "Yeah...You’re not worried, but just tossing and turning until now.“

"..."

Not knowing it was because of embarrassment or anger, her face darkened as she ridiculed, "You're

really shameless now. I've been busy the whole night and I hardly had time to miss my mom. Why

would I even worry about you?" The man's brows twitched. He stood up again and

nodded.“Alright, sleep early. Come with me to the company tomorrow."

Then, she frowned, "You're too smelly. Get out. I wanna sleep."

Christian's brows twitched. He nodded, "Alright, sleep early. Go to Polygon with me tomorrow."

"..."

Isabella was startled, then said angrily: "Wait Christian, when did I agree to go to Polygon tomorrow?"

Christian looked at her in astonishment and innocence, "Didn't you agree to Mr. Smith's request?"

Isabella was flustered, "That was because you played tricked on me."

"But if you don't go, how would you report to Mr. Smith?"

"You..." He... How did he become like this?

Isabella choked. Looking at him, she felt that he was really like a devil.

"How... How did he become like this?" Isabella thought.

Where was distant and cold Christian? Or had she never really understood him?

Looking at her angry little face, Christian found her delicate features now looked more charming.

The more he looked, the darker and hotter his eyes became. His throat knot rolled as he said in a low

voice, "If you don't want Mr. Smith to figure out anything, then go to Polygon tomorrow. Go to sleep, I'll

take you there in the morning."

"Chris..."

As Isabella still wanted to say something, Christian suddenly bent down, whose handsome face

became larger in front of her. Her mind immediately went blank.

"Isabella, you just don't want me to leave, do you?" Christian's dark and scorching eyes were tainted

with a thick aura. Then he said in a deep and mellow tone, "Although the bed is a bit small, it enough

for us if we hug tight. You..."

"Nice try!" Isabella's heart was beating erratically, she anxiously stuttered, and tilted her head to avoid

his eyes, as she scolded helplessly: "Get out of here!"