Loveless Marriage

Change Clothes

Isabella laughed lightly, in a calm and warm voice, "Mr. Simons, you think too high of me. It's just my

job and I'm doing this for my payment."

Shawn shook his head helplessly, then lowered his head like he was reading the document seriously.

Isabella did not look at him, and shifted her gaze elsewhere, thinking about something.

A few minutes later, Shawn raised his head, closed the document, and returned it to her, nodded

seriously, "good plan."

Isabella shifted gear and looked at him, "No problem? If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I can

go back and ask them to revise it. "

Shawn raised his glass and took a sip. "There are some details you didn't take into account, but not a

big deal."

Isabella turned her head to look at him, "Then what do you mean?"

"What I mean is …"

Before Shawn could finish his words, there was a commotion from outside. Then some men carried

another table of food over.

The conversation was temporarily cut off. The two of them sat on the cushions without moving. It was

just that no one expected that when the table was moved towards the middle, it would suddenly tilt in

Isabella's direction, and the two bottles of wine beside the table trembled and fell onto her body.

"Be careful!" Shawn suddenly shouted.

There was simply no time to dodge at all, as all the alcohol spilled out and drenched her clothes.

Isabella could only subconsciously catch the jug of wine, and then, she hurriedly stood up.

A few waiters were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They quickly put down the tables and

apologized in Japanese.

Shawn also quickly got up to check, his handsome face full of concern, "Miss Jones, are you alright?"

Isabella used a napkin to wipe her clothes that reeked of alcohol, frowned her brows and slowly shook

her head, "It's nothing, just that the wine seems to have all been spilled."

"At this time, you're still concerned about the wine?" Shawn Rayleign looked at the wet wine stains on

her jacket and frowned. Her expression slowly darkened and she looked at the waiter, "Do you still

need me to invite your boss over?"

"Sorry, we're getting our boss right away!" None of them dared to raise their heads. After they finished

speaking, one of them ran out quickly.

John and the female secretary, who had also heard the news, worriedly went forward to check.

"Miss Jones, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, just some wine spilled on my clothes." Isabella shook his head lightly.

The Japanese wine jugs had a slightly large opening. Although there wasn't much wine, it still poured

all over her body. Two parts of her clothes were almost completely drenched.

She felt that she was unlucky. Recently, all sorts of bad things had happened to her, and she couldn't

even have a peaceful meal.

Isabella looked at Shawn again, "Mr. Simons, don't be angry, I'm really fine."

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect something like this could happen after a meal." Shawn looked at her with guilt,

then said, "Your clothes are all dirty. Take it off first and let them deal with it. They'll be fine after a

while."

With that, he glanced at the female secretary beside him.

The secretary nodded and came forward, "Miss Jones, I will help you wash these."

Isabella's face changed, she immediately smiled and shook his head, "Ah, no need to trouble yourself,

it was just spilled a little, and the wine is very fragrant, so there's no need to trouble yourself with

cleaning it. I will go back and handle it myself."

The secretary laughed and lowered his voice, "Miss Jones, you should give it to me, otherwise, Mr.

Simons will feel quite sorry."

Isabella's expression stiffened slightly. She had to take off her clothes today, hadn't she?

Suddenly, a terrifying guess appeared in her mind.

Shawn couldn't have found out that she was pregnant, could he?

That piece of raw meat, and that table just now … Could it be?

A strange look flashed past Isabella's eyes, and she entered into an awkward situation, "I …"

The moment she opened her mouth, an extremely fast figure flashed past the pearl curtain and walked

to Shawn with a flustered expression. He bowed and smiled apologetically, "Mr. Simons, I'm sorry. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Shawn frowned, his face expressionless and cold. He glanced at him, and the acoustic line also

became cold, "Find new female clothing for this young miss."

Hearing that, the boss looked at Isabella, and nodded, "OK, I'll send it over to you immediately."

"Mr. Simons …" Isabella looked across at Shawn. She was simply unable to stop him in time. The boss

had already left with his men, leaving her clouded over more.

She finally understood that she had been trapped tonight. Shawn was obviously on his guard, and he

knew that she had no leeway to refuse.

"I'm sorry." Shawn looked at her with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Miss Jones, take off your jacket. I'll hang it up for you to dissipate the smell of alcohol." The secretary

smiled warmly.

John had followed Isabella for so many years, so he could sense her emotions. It was just that he

thought that she just felt awkward or something, so he immediately unbuttoned her suit and said, "Miss

Jones, why not you wear mine first?"

"…"

Isabella regretted not bringing Minh but John over. Now she seemed to have to take her coat off, since

her own assistant had say so.

Her heart turned cold and her expression remained unchanged. She nodded to the secretary, "Alright,

I'll be troubling you then."

With that, she placed her fingers on her collar and undid the first button. At the same time, she quickly

thought of a way to deal with the situation.

It was only a few seconds before she finally undid the last button. Just as she opened her mouth to say

something, she heard footsteps coming from outside.

The next moment, the bamboo curtain was opened and the boss came back with some clothes.

"Miss, this is new. Please try it."

Isabella politely smiled and received the clothes, "Thank you."

"Ah, it's really you, Mr. Simons." A voice suddenly came through the curtain and interrupted their

conversation.

That familiar smell caused Isabella's heart to skip a beat, and her tensed nerves suddenly relaxed.

He was here.

Shawn's eyes, which were still calm, suddenly narrowed as he looked outside.

The curtain opened, and Steven walked in first. He lifted the bamboo curtain and let the man behind

him in.

The moment Christian's handsome face appeared, the female secretary beside Isabella was also

startled, and her gaze subconsciously turned to look at Shawn.

Didn't he go abroad? Why was he in London?

"Mr. Miller?" Shawn recovered her smile, and spoke with an indescribable tone, "What a coincidence,

to come across you here."

"I also think it's quite a coincidence. When someone mentioned you, I thought it was another one. But

seeing how nervous the boss is, I felt that I should come and take a look." Christian smiled faintly, his

calm gaze sweeping past him and stopping on Isabella's body for two seconds, he retracted his gaze.

Shawn calmly said, "Why didn't you notify me when you are in London?"