Loveless Marriage

Chapter215 Propose

Isabella glanced at him, but still sat down and lightly said, "I won't explain for the time being."

Anyway, her mother wished her to resign and stayed at home.

"When do you want to go back to the company?" Christian took a spoon and placed it in the bowl in

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There were too many loopholes in her business. If the company wanted to investigate, it wouldn't even

take two days before she could go back to her post. However, the final result would depend on how

high the company thought of her.

Isabella was silent as she lowered her head and sipped the soup. She did not look at him with lowered

eyes.

After this incident, she had already been pushed into a corner. She could guess who the person behind

this was and she definitely wouldn't let her off so easily. After this incident, she believed that the news

of her pregnancy would soon spread.

Even if Mr. Smith wanted to keep her, the headquarters would make a decision. If he were to resign, it

would be difficult for her to find a suitable job in a short period.

In her current situation, she absolutely could not stay at home and did nothing.

After a long while, Isabella raised his head, looked at the man, and said calmly, "I will return to the

company in the shortest time possible. However, I will take care of these matters myself, there's no

need for you to interfere."

Christian's sword—like eyebrows slowly furrowed, but it was not because of her attitude, as he stated

in a low and calm voice, "Once the rumors are settled, you can use this opportunity to take a vacation

at home, and return when the time is right, to save yourself a lot of trouble. You know very well that

when you go back this time, there will be even more things waiting for you. If I don't interfere, would

you have the energy to do so?"

If someone didn't want her to live in the company, the company would just turn a blind eye. If things got

out of hand, everyone would be annoyed, and it would look bad no matter how badly they were cut. He

could even imagine what would happen to her.

She was not the type of woman who easily showed weakness. Even if she had to damage herself, she

would still injure her enemies first.

Isabella quietly ate a few mouthfuls and did not say a word.

She was just conflicted about what kind of attitude she should use to respond to his concern, whether

she should comfort him or continue to be sharp.

After a long period of silence, she lowered her head to eat and hide the emotions in her eyes. Without

looking at him, she still replied, "Even if I'm at home, what's coming will always come. It's going to be

trouble for me sooner or later."

She paused for a moment, and then smiled, "However, if we find the culprit this time, no matter what I

do, I hope that you will not stop me, Mr. Miller."

She called him Mr. Miller and became serious.

Christian frowned, he took out a piece of paper from the box, and used his hand to wipe the grease off

her mouth, then smiled, "You think the culprit is Lexie Perez?"

Isabella's ears felt slightly hot, and she embarrassingly brushed his hand away and casually wiped it

with a piece of paper, then said honestly, "I can only think of her, and there are many places that point

to her."

However, she felt that it was necessary to tell him about his relationship with Lexie.

"Don't worry about me, I only let her stay in Polygon Group because of her father." Regardless of the

reason for his work, he would never tolerate an existence that would only cause trouble.

Isabella curled her lips, "It's enough for her to have her father's face. If it wasn't for me being the first

one to go in, you probably would have married her straight away in her father's face."

The man's eyes held a smile, but he didn't evade at all, "You're right. At that time the company was in a

crisis, I was only interested in my work, and I was forced by my father to get married. I don't care who I

married at the very beginning."

Fortunately, it was her.

There was no pretense in his words, but his honesty still made Isabella a little sour in his heart. No

wonder he said the truth that hurt the most.

She lowered her head and pursed her lips, staring at the dishes in front of her, smiling slowly, her smile

very light, "Then, if the one you were marrying was her, now the child will run away. Your mother will be

very happy to have a perfect match."

"Not a childhood sweetheart, and she won't be as patient as you." Christian looked at her, his gaze not

rippling at all, like a calm ocean, lost in thought.

He more or less understood Lexie's personality. Although her thoughts had only been made clear

recently, she had not paid much attention to her because she hadn't committed any mistakes during

these few years. However, if it wasn't for what her father had told him, Isabella probably would never

have known how many thoughts this woman had hidden from him.

Perhaps he didn't pay much attention to her, or perhaps her pride was too strong, she had never

expressed anything in front of him, but once she understood, self—blame and guilt would

spontaneously arise, and there would be even more heartaches.

Isabella raised his eyes, seeing her beautiful yet absent—minded expression. She frowned slightly,

then extended her hand out and waved it in front of him, "Christian?"

He … What is he thinking about?

She rarely saw him so preoccupied.

"Isabella!" Christian's eyes focused on her face, and suddenly called name, in a voice calm and clear.

"Marry me."

"…"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Isabella carried the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other. She was stunned, and thinking

nothing?

Marry, marry him?

He wasn't talking about remarriage, not going to the Marriage Registration Service, but marrying him.

Is he proposing?

Isabella had long gotten used to his recent astounding actions and recovered in less than ten seconds.

As if she had seen a funny joke, he said with a slightly mocking tone, "Mr. Christian, are you serious?"

His eyes never left her face. "You think I'm not serious?"

Isabella wanted to roll her eyes. Whether she was serious or not, it would be the same, but she still

forced out a smile, "Without a wedding ring and flowers, you're asking me to marry you?"

Furthermore, he actually knew how to flirt with women. His love words sounds more natural than

anyone else, and he was more skilled at using various methods. Perhaps, it was merely because he

was disdainful of playing tricks.

"You like those things?" Christian asked.

Isabella's mood became tranquil. While eating, she said, "All women like those. But it still depends on

who sent them the things."

As if she knew what he was going to say, she immediately pouted, "Christian, you don't have to follow

my plan. Even if you take out the fresh flower wedding ring, I might not agree to it."

Christian raised his eyebrows and looked at her without saying anything for a long time. After a long

while, he lifted his lips and laughed, revealing a sexy and seductive appearance. "So I still have 50%

chance to hear the 'I do'."

He had patience to wait.

"…" Isabella suddenly choked.

He widened his eyes, and suddenly glared at him fiercely, and said angrily, "Christian, you're scheming

against me again!"