Loveless Marriage

Apologise

He didn't say that he didn't want to join Polygon, but just that he didn't want to enter it through this way.

Christian's pupils shrank. He looked at him and laughed meaningfully, and chinked her glass with his

held by his slender fingers, "You're right. I still have a good insight into people, so I naturally choose

you, believing in your potential, are you sure you do not want this opportunity?"

Minh smiled unhurriedly, "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Miller, but I still feel that I need some training

before I enter a large company like Polygon. If you still want me at that time, I would follow you without

hesitation."

Isabella didn't know what Christian was thinking and only Looked at Minh, not expressing any opinions.

Everyone had their own choices, so she could only suggest that they shouldn't be forced.

Christian put down the cup, smiling, "I respect your decision, Mr. Johnson, but if you change your mind,

you can come and find me anytime."

Minh raised his eyebrows, looked at Isabella, and joked, "As expected, good people will always be

rewarded, looks like I have to do more good things in the future. Miss Jones, I will depend on you for

my future."

How could Isabella not hear the ambiguity in his words? With a flushed face, she grumpily muttered,

"Stop talking nonsense when eating.'

Christian lowered his head to look at her, and slowly gave her a bland smile. His eyes carried a trace of

a pampering look, but he suddenly froze when he saw the corner of her right sleeve in the corner of her

eyes.

The large palm did not hesitate to cover them up.

Isabella flicked her wrist, and the chopsticks fell off. She was shocked and stared at him, "What are you

doing?"

Christian took her hand and pulled up the sleeve, revealing the red scar on the inside of the palm of his

hand where the tiger's mouth was. His handsome face suddenly sank. "What's going on?"

She didn't had it in the morning.

Something must have happened when she was in Fantasy.

Isabella's expression changed slightly. She suddenly retracted his hand, put down her sleeve and said

softly, "It's nothing, I just accidentally burned it while we were drinking water at their company."

Seeing it, Minh frowned, then said worriedly, "Miss Jones, you can't even say a word for a long time if

you bubble later. Won't it leave a scar?"

Isabella secretly signaled him with her eyes to not speak, and vaguely said, "It won't bubble. I will rush

over with cold water, in two days, it will be fine."

Had this brat not seen the man's expression and said something to kill her?

Christian's face darkened, his eyebrows raised high. Looking at her without saying a word, he suddenly

grabbed her wrist and pulled her away.

Isabella was shocked, "Christian, what are you doing?"

What kind of crazy thing did this guy suddenly do?

He ignored her and led her directly downstairs. His gaze paused in the lobby on the first floor.

Steven who was eating heard the commotion and looked up into his eyes. He was shocked and

immediately ran over, "Christian."

"Give me the car keys."

"Oh, okay."

Steven quickly took out and handed them over to him.

"Christian …"

Before Isabella could say anything, the man took the key and pulled her out without saying a word.

John was also confused.

Other than the dining hall, there were finally no that many people. Isabella immediately became angry,

"Christian, what are you doing? Could you be concentrated on your dinner? Are you done yet? "

With that, She wriggled her wrist with her eyebrows, but couldn't free herself.

Christian walked to the car without stopping, stuffed the woman into the car, and slammed the door. He

got in the car himself, and said in a low voice, facing her furious face, "It's okay to call it so hot, do you

think you're made of iron?"

"I... It has been simply processed... No need to make such a fuss. " Isabella suddenly calmed down. He

originally thought that it was nothing much, but after hearing what he said, he felt an inexplicable sense

of guilt.

She lowered her head to take a look. Because her skin was white and tender, the red mark on her skin

was even more obvious. When she didn't touch it, she only felt a burning sensation. She could endure.

However, she suddenly thought of something. In the past, he would always pay attention when she cut

him with a knife when cooking.

"Do you think you can recover from this kind of burns so easily?" The man started the car and shot her

a cold glance, then regained his composure.

After a while, she sighed helplessly. "When will you be able to take care of yourself?"

Whether it was the way she used to smoke and drink or the hard work she did without care for her

body, it made him feel uncomfortable. Now he understood that the feeling was more of heartache and

self-blame because he had not taken good care of her.

Isabella's expression became slightly startled as she looked ahead. Out of the corner of her eye, she

caught a glimpse of the man through the rearview mirror. She pursed her lips and became quiet.

It wasn't that she didn't care about him, but all these years of habit had allowed her to clearly

distinguish the seriousness of the events in her life. She wasn't that delicate, and she wouldn't take

small injuries and minor ailments to heart.

But his reaction just now had warmed her heart, and she vaguely remembered that she was also a little

woman.

The car drove on steadily. The man was quiet for a moment before he asked in a light voice, "What

happened to you in Fantasy?"

She wasn't that impatient when it came to work, so how could she allow such hot water to burn her

skin? Unless something happened that made her panic. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Isabella's eyes flashed, and said lightly, "Nothing happened."

Christian frowned and lost his patience for a moment. He asked in a low voice, "You saw Simons?"

Isabella hesitated for two seconds, before replying ambiguously, "Err …Right."

The man narrowed his eyes out of habit, as he lazily pursed his lips, "What did he do to make you

unable to even hold a cup of tea?"

"…"

Isabella's expression changed, as a trace of coldness appeared on her face, and she turned to look at

him, "What do you mean?"

Even if he was smart enough to guess correctly, she didn't like his skeptical tone.

He didn't say anything, but stared straight ahead, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

Isabella lightly clenched her fists as a trace of self-deprecation flashed across her face.

The atmosphere had become awkward for no reason. No one spoke a word.

When he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Isabella did not wait for him to open the door. The

moment the car stopped, he got out of the car and walked in alone.

Christian sat in the car for a few seconds, looking at her with his deep eyes until she disappeared, then

closed his eyes and pressed the centre of his brows.

Isabella entered and didn't care if the man caught up and she expressionlessly registered with a

dermatology unit and sat in line in the waiting area.

Christian looked for a few minutes before seeing her in the crowd. She was sitting on a chair with her

hands around her waist, with her head lowered and her eyes closed, looking soft and weak.

With his eyes darkened, the man walked over and sat on an untaken seat beside her. He extended his

arms and gently hugged her. His lips snuggled against her forehead as he kissed, then said in a hoarse

voice, "I'm sorry."