Loveless Marriage

Chapter197 Raw Meat

Christian didn't say anything and just calmly see her off out of the door.

In the past, she wasn't surprised at all. As long as nothing happened to her, he wouldn't care where she

went. But now, if he were like this, her heart was like millions of ants crawling about.

Was he not afraid of what Shawn would do anything to her?

The car had gone far, but Isabella's gaze was still outside the window. John who sat beside her asked,

"Miss Jones, what's wrong?"

Isabella retracted her gaze, and shook her head, "Nothing."

Then she added, "Have you beared what I told you before?"

John nodded, "Yep, I do."

Then Isabella no longer spoke.

When the car arrived, it was already dark.

Isabella got off the car, looked around, and then looked at the restaurant in front of her.

There were two Japanese red lanterns by the door, which gave the place a serene feeling under the

neon lights.

Without hesitating, she pushed open the door and walked in.

It was a Japanese restaurant with an elegant and quiet environment. The lighting was warm, and even

the music played was a Japanese style.

When the female waiter in kimono saw them, she quickly walked over and greeted them in English,

which wasn't very fluent, "Hello, Miss, Sir, how many of you are there?"

Isabella said, "We have already had an appointment." Then she showed her the text message Shawn's

assistant sent to her.

"Oh, okay. Please follow me."

The two of them followed the waiter through a series of low and quiet corridors until they ended in a

spacious room. Other than the basic framework, the surroundings were only covered with bamboo

curtains.

"Miss Jones." The bamboo curtain in the opposite room was opened, and Shawn's secretary came out,

smiling at her.

Isabella politely nodded to her, "Is Mr. Simons inside?"

"No, he is over here." She walked over and opened the bamboo curtain of the room opposite. "Miss

Jones, please."

Isabella slightly tilted his head and saw a man who was kneeling in front of a table. Probably because Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

he heard the commotion, he turned his head and smiled gently at her, "You're here."

Isabella smiled and nodded at him, then changed her shoes and went in.

John wanted to follow along, but the secretary reached out to stop him, pointed to the room opposite of

them, and smiled, "Sir, this way please."

Isabella was slightly startled. She looked at John for a moment, then walked back, and intentionally

teased, "Give me the laptop, and you can go over. It's rare to have such a pretty Miss accompanying

you, so you must grasp the opportunity."

John blushed and handed the laptop over.

Putting down the curtain, Isabella walked towards Shawn and slowly sat down on her knees as well.

She smiled lightly, "Mr. Simons, you've spent too much money on this dinner. I can't really treat you on

a same one if you go to Brighton next time."

Shawn immediately laughed heartily at her teasing. His handsome face was refined and enchanting as

he said, "Of course I should do my best since I wanna treat my friend."

"Thank you for your for understanding, Mr. Simons. The next time you go to Brighton, I will directly take

you to a fine dining," kidded Isabella, glancing at the table in front of him that was filled with extremely

fine and luxurious dishes.

"Whatever you want, it's up to you."

Shawn smiled. He wore a dark blue shirt and a tie that was neatly arranged in a gentleman's manner.

Suddenly, his gaze swept over the beige sleeveless coat before he smiled and said, "There's a heater

here. You can take off your jacket. It'll be heavy with perspiration later."

Isabella lowered her head to look at the clothes on her body.

It was a very wide and fashionable sleeveless jacket with a slightly formal style. It just so happened to

give her a somewhat elegant temperament. But taking it off…

It was impossible, or he could see her abdomen.

She raised her eyes and smiled, shaking her head. "No need, I've had a cold recently, so it would be

good if I'm sweating."

"You need to rest more if you're sick." The smile on Shawn's face dimmed a bit as his deep gaze calmly

swept across her abdomen.

He picked up the beautiful wine jug beside him and raised his eyebrows. "Can you drink it?"

Isabella's brows secretly twitched.

How could she say no?

"Yes, but a little bit." She smiled, picked up the glass in front of her, and handed it over.

Shawn filled her glass, glanced at her hand, and said with concern, "How's your wound? Did you see a

doctor? "

"I just rubbed some medicine on. I'm fine now."

Shawn nodded and said, "Let's start. The food tastes pretty good here."

"Alright." Isabella picked up the chopsticks and scanned in front of him, and without even looking, she

picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in sauce and placed it in her mouth, and started chewing.

Suddenly, her expression changed and she pursed her lips.

Shawn keenly felt it and frowned, "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

"Mmm-mmm …" Isabella suddenly shook her head, pursed her lips and squeezed out a smile, then

quickly chewed and swallowed it.

It was raw.

She knew that Japanese food was mostly raw meat, so she seldom ate it. Now that she was pregnant,

her stomach was more sensitive.

"How's the taste?" Shawn asked with a faint smile.

Isabella swallowed her saliva, forcing out a smile, "Very good …"

Shawn's expression was still warm, but his tone was slightly more serious. "You don't have to force

yourself in front of me. Do you like eating raw meat?"

Isabella's smile stiffened, and her expression changed slightly, "Mr. Simons, I'm … indeed not really

into raw meat or something."

Anyway, it was just an interlude today, why did she care so much?

"Then why didn't tell me so earlier. It would be my responsibility if you get a stomachache." Shawn

frowned and pressed the bell. Very soon, a waiter walked in.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Take all of these and change them to cooked food."

Hearing this, Isabella suddenly widened her eyes, and raised her hand to stop them, "No need! Mr.

Simons, there are still many other dishes on table. Don't spend more money, or I really will feel bad

about it."

"It's okay." Shawn smiled, "We haven't touched these dishes. If they give them to other guests, I won't

spend more money."

Isabella still wanted to say something, but Shawn waved his hand, "Just change."

Then two men came up and carried the long table down.

Although Isabella was well aware of what he was thinking, she still felt a little awkward. With her eyes

flashed, she grabbed the documents prepared and said. "Mr. Simons, you told me about the

collaboration, and I brought the project proposal over as well. How about you take a look?"

Shawn looked at her, with a calm face. He took it with a shake of his head and a smile, before saying

meaningfully, "You really work hard. And I feel like you're being a bit condescending to being under Mr.

Smith's tutelage."