Loveless Marriage

Never Thought I Would Come Back Again

"Too big." Isabella stuttered, her expression revealing something extremely awkward.

Christian looked around, and said with a unknown smile, "it’s you who took away all your clothes."

Isabella frowned, "I never thought that I would come back again."

The expression on Christian's face slowly faded as he stared at her with his deep eyes as if he was

reflecting on her words.

Yes, she was straightforward when she first arrived with the divorce agreement. Indeed, she had no

intention of returning.

His words were a little too heavy, Isabella thought that he had gotten angry again.

She hadn't thought that she would come back again. Their marriage had come to an end and she didn't

dare to hope for anything more, but who would have expected that life to be so unexpected?

The atmosphere was so quiet that it made people panic. Isabella lowered her head and said softly,

"Don't we have a dryer at home? Help me dry it."

Christian finally moved his gaze when he saw her, withdrew his gaze, and said indifferently, "It needs

quite a long time. Don't you want to go back to for dinner?"

"I'm not hungry. I'm in a hurry to get dressed." Isabella frowned and stared at him, her wet black eyes

revealed a sense of grievance, as though if he did not want to go, she would cry for him to see.

Her face was completely disgraced in front of him.

Christian looked at her again and didn't say another word. He turned around, silently took the clothes

she had washed inside and stuffed it into the dryer.

After setting the time, he lowered his head and stared at the dryer. His eyes suddenly narrowed.

It would take at least an hour or two for some clothes to dry. Even if he cooked, she wouldn't get out of

bed to eat for so long. Did he have to hold back his desire for that long...?

Isabella holed up in the bedroom and waited. If she knew the man's thoughts outside, she would

probably jump off the bed immediately and lock the bedroom door.

A well—dressed beast was probably the label that Christian had in his heart.

Two hours was a long time, but Christian wouldn't go down to buy clothes for her, because he couldn't

see her … It was often more burning than patience.

"Christian!"

Hearing the woman's shout, the man pulled himself back from his thoughts and slowly walked over.

Leaning against the door, he tilted his head to look at her. "What's wrong?"

Isabella frowned, her expression serious. "Did your mother know that you will recently work in

Brighton?"

She suddenly thought of this question.

If his mother found out, she would think it was related to her and would inevitably come looking for

trouble. She had no interest in arguing with an old lady and wanted to have some peace.

"Yeah, I just found out today." Christian replied casually.

Today?

Isabella frowned even more.

It looked like his mom had also seen those online articles. This time, she probably felt even more

dissatisfied with him.

"She didn't quarrel with you?" Looking at how he came back on time tonight, it didn't seem like he had

quarreled with his mother at all.

"She did." He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the quilt off her head.

Isabella was startled and looked towards the calm man.

She don't even need to think about why…"She's your mom, you don't have to argue with her."

She understood Mrs. Christian's temperament. She had some good face and some power, but this man

was cold and unyielding. She would never change her mind.

"Even if she's my mother, I still have to be reasonable. I won't argue with her, but there are some things

I can't just let her interfere in." Christian calmly stated.

Isabella stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes did not show any emotion, and only suddenly

laughed, "Aren't you afraid that you will anger her into the hospital? She's your mother, so no matter

what you do, she won't hurt you. If you disobey her for me, aren't you afraid of regretting it in the

future? "

Christian's handsome face was expressionless as he reached out to pinch her jaw, "It's not for who, I'm

her son, not her pet. Some things don't need her to worry about, it's just too much. It has nothing to do

with injury or no harm."

Isabella was slightly choked up.

What was she trying to say? He didn't need her to persuade him. He was always the most rational. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

What he wanted, he didn't need. He was very clear about everything.

However, she didn't seem to be planning on letting her go. She tilted her head and said, "If she hurts

me, what will you do?"

Since his son couldn't control him, he would naturally find a soft persimmon to bully him.

He gently caressed her face. With a faint smile, he said, "If you were my woman, I would naturally have

it easy. But if you had nothing to do with me, then why would I bother to do that?"

"…" Isabella choked on her words.

This damned man had tricked her again. The meaning behind his words was that if she wanted the

answer, she had to admit her relationship with him.

To be honest, she did have the intention to probe him out, but this man was simply too shrewd and

didn't even give her a chance.

Isabella pursed her lips, cast him a sidelong glance, and suddenly pulled up her blanket to cover her

head, not wanting to see him.

Christian's brows twitched, his lips lifted into a sexy smile, he patted her head lightly across the blanket

and got up, then walked out.

Christian finished cooking while Isabella's clothes were dry.

After changing his clothes, Isabella looked at the time, picked up his luggage and was about to leave,

"It's getting late, I'll be going home first."

He had only taken two steps when the man wrapped his arm around his waist.

Christian frowned, his voice becoming slightly gloomy, "Isabella, I endured for so long, and it was

precisely to let you leave like this?"

Isabella bit her lips, "It's too late. If I don't go back, my mother will worry."

Christian released her and took down the box in her arms with one hand, then held her hand and

walked towards the dining hall, "Go back after eating dinner, I've already called your mom already."

Isabella was startled before she could react, she was already dragged to the dining hall, looking at the

dishes in front of her, she stared at him, "When did you call my mother?"

If she had known he had called, she would have asked her mother to bring the clothes over, and she

would not have waited until now.

"Just now." Christian placed the cutlery in front of her, pulled out the chair behind her, and placed a

pillow behind her, gently helping her sit down. "If you're worried, you can call it again."

"…"

Isabella pursed her lips and glared at him.

She didn't want to call. If he lied to her, then this phone call would get things exposed.

After scooping up a bowl of soup and placing it in front of her, Christian felt helpless, and could only

shift the topic, "How do you plan to explain the suspension to them?"