Loveless Marriage

  A Supersized Pasta

Looking down at the plate, Luke's expression was a bit indifferent, as if he didn't care about what

Christian had said. Only after a while did he raise his eyes and lightly smile, saying in a calm and

composed manner, "You understands her personality, while I don't care that much. I just care about

what's in her mind."

He didn't force her or put her on the spot. He would show up when she needed him, letting her know

that he was still here. He believed that she would see these.

Glancing at him, Christian frowned slightly.

Without a doubt, his words still touched upon Christian's heart. In an instant, he reminded of what

Naomi had said that day.

Her mind … What was she thinking in her mind?

What did she want that he couldn't give her?

He'd always had this question buried in his heart. He would think of it the moment he saw Isabella. He

wanted to ask but couldn't find a good chance.

...

In the hospital, Isabella woke up not long after sleeping. she'd been like this in the past few days, as

she was worried about her father, and would suddenly wake up after falling asleep.

The light on her head was rather dazzling. Looking around in confusion, she rubbed her aching head,

lifted the quilt and got off the bed.

The surroundings were quite silent, not knowing what time it was.

She went to the restroom and washed her face. After waking up a little, she looked at the watch on the

screen above her head and found that it was already 1am.

That was why there weren't many people in the Inpatient Department now.

Then, she went Tristan's ward to see her parents, where Diana was sleeping on an empty bed beside

him. When she quietly left the room, she accidentally bumped into someone behind her. Then she

apologised in a low voice.

"Sorry..."

"Why are you awake?"

His cold voice shocked her awake. Seeing that it was Christian, she lowered her voice with a dark face,

"Why are you still here?"

Didn't he even sleep at midnight? Trying to be a ghost and scare her to death?

The man said lightly, "I just finished some work and came to see if you're sleeping well."

Isabella's face flushed. She lowered her head and walked towards her own ward, asking: "You've been

in the hospital today?"

"I went out for a while."

Isabella's footsteps suddenly stopped. As if she was scrutinising him, "Were you here all the way my

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Do he'd been in the hospital all day? He just didn't show up as he didn't want to affect her mood?

She immediately rejected this idea, as she wasn't that narcissistic.

Christian stared at her indifferently. He didn't lie, as he said, "I was here half of the time. I came when

Mr. Allen left."

Isabella stared at him blankly, saying: "Oh, okay."

Not knowing if it was her illusion, but she felt that when he mentioned Luke, he didn't look very friendly.

Not daring to over think things, she turned her face away and urged, "Alright, it's so late now. Go

back."

Since he had been stayed in Brighton for so long, his company was probably now in a mess, so she

had no doubts that he'd been working up until this late. To avoid being more guilty, she felt it was better

not to see him again.

Christian's eyes were deep and calm. He looked at her and said, "You've just woken up, and are

probably not sleepy now. Go down with me for some night food."

Isabella, "..."

After staring at him for a few seconds, she said, "I'm not your mom. Why do you even need someone to

have dinner with? I won't go."

After washing her face with cold water, she had already woken up quite a lot. But she hadn't also

thought of accompanying him for a dinner at midnight.

Christian wasn't annoyed by her attitude. He directly grabbed her wrist and walked forward, saying

softly: "You can hate me as much as you want, but you don't have to treat your saviour like this right?"

Isabella struggled a little, just to realise it was useless at all. She clenched her teeth in anger, "Didn't

you just say that you don't want my thanks at all?"

"I saved your life. Can you pay that back by just a word 'thanks?'

"…" That b*stard!

As Isabella rejected, she was still dragged by Christian all the way downstairs.

It was already late autumn, so the weather was extremely cold.

Christian buttoned up her coat and tucked her long hair in collar, almost covering her neck.

Looking at his perfect lower jaw, Isabella suddenly blurted out a question, "When will you go back to

Leeds?"

But as soon as she asked that, she uncomfortably lowered her head and pretended to tidy her clothes.

Christian was a bit startled, his finger touched her face and stopped for a second. With his calm voice,

he said, "Tomorrow."

Although he was still worried about her, he must return to Leeds as soon as possible. Moreover, he had

to figure out the things happened today.

Not knowing if she'd already expected of this, Isabella was not too surprised. But she still felt a sense

of familiarity. He used to leave after just receiving a call while they were having dinner. She thought

she'd forgot it.

Pursed her lips, Isabella didn't ask any further. She just sad, "Let's go."

As she walked forward, Christian stood on the spot and frowned at her back.

Did she got angry?

But it didn't look like that.

At this time, there were still many people in the restaurant, maybe because it was near the hospital.

Isabella found a seat and sat down. Looking at him, she said coldly: "Order whatever you want, I'll treat

you, my saviour.

"I'm afraid one single meal isn't enough."

"Then two meals!" Isabella cut him off and waved towards the waiter, "Please give this sir a large pasta,

the super large one."

Christian, "..."

Glancing at them, the waiter straightforwardly said, "Sure, please wait a moment."

Christian frowned slightly. Looking at her proud little eyes, he asked: "Are you that unwilling to

accompany me for a dinner?"

"Will you be happy if your sleeping time was taken over" Isabella didn't want to bother with him, and

she started to look around the restaurant.

"Won't you? I indeed look happier than you."

Hearing this, Isabella really wanted to roll her eyes at him. Before she'd never argued over such stupid

topic with him.

The waiter quickly brought them a large plate of pasta.

But in the plate were two large forks.

Isabella was confused, she raised her head and asked, "Isn't this just for one person?"

The waiter smiled and patiently explained, "Our super large serving of pasta is for those who could

really eat a lot. With your thin figures, you two might not even finish this pasta together. So I add one

more fork. It's not good to waste food."

After saying that, she wiped her hands by a tissue and left.

Isabella was extremely speechless. She really wanted to ask the waiter why she hadn't say this earlier,

otherwise she wouldn't have ordered it. She lowered her head and looked at the pasta in front of her

which was twice as big as her head. Looking at the man, she swallowed her saliva, "You want to eat it

yourself?"