Loveless Marriage

I'm Really Jealous

Christian was really plot against her all the time.

Isabella's mood dropped to the extreme as she forcefully put down the bowl. She then got up and left,

"I'm full, enjoy your food."

He stood up from the chair, grabbed her wrist, and lightly pulled her in front of him. He frowned. "I didn't

plot against you, I'm serious."

He was not so stupid that he did not even know about the proposal, only that he was not prepared for

it. It was as if the atmosphere had already reached such an extent that he had an impulse, even though

he knew she would not agree.

Up till today, Christian had firmly admitted that, in terms of relationships, he was a failure, like a

flustered, silly kid who had even used his stubborn, stubborn, and unreasonable moves.

"It's getting late, I'm going home." Isabella did not reply, his face did not have any expression, and her

voice was gentle and cold.

Christian gaze dimmed. Two seconds later, he still said gently, "Alright, I'll send you back."

Picking up the luggage case that was placed at the side, Isabella did not refuse nor agree to it and

walked towards the door.

Walking to the elevator, Christian caught up with her. He wrapped the jacket in his hands tightly around

her body, "It's cold tonight."

Isabella didn't resist, she only tilted her head to look at him, and still didn't speak anything.

The elevator door opened with a clink, and she was the first to walk over. Christian followed, and the

two of them were filled with an oppressive silence.

However, it was still broken by the suddenly trembling phone on Isabella's body.

She was shocked for a moment. She held the box in one hand and quickly took out her phone with the

other.

Christian, who was standing behind her, just happened to glance at the comments on the screen as his

eyes darkened.

"Luke." Isabella's tone was light, obviously very pleased with his call.

"Isabella, you're still awake?" Luke's tone was full of concern.

"Yeah, not yet. How are you guys over there?" Isabella could not wait and asked.

Since the time he brought Rachel away, they had not contacted him anymore. On the one hand, it was

because of jetlag, but on the other hand, she did not dare to. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"We'll be going back tomorrow."

When the elevator door reached the ground floor and opened, Isabella was startled, as if she didn't

notice that there was a man behind him. She walked out and said in shock, "Tomorrow? Is it working? "

"Well, it worked. I made an appointment with the doctor. I will take her to see her at regular intervals."

Inside the phone, although Nan Dong's tone was still calm and composed, Isabella could still clearly

hear a bit of excitement and excitement in his tone.

Joy filled her heart and face. She said lightly, "Alright then. Send the time to me tomorrow. I'll come to

pick you up."

Walking on the small path below the apartment building, with the dim street light and the deep night,

Isabella said her last sentence with a smile and hung up the phone.

Christian who had been hiding in the darkness looked at the woman in front of him. The haze in his

eyes had disappeared because of a single phone call, and his eyes became darker and darker.

Feeling a bit of coldness, Isabella adjusted her jacket, as if she just remembered there was someone

else beside him and turned to look at him. However, because the light was too dim, he could not see

his expression and continued walking forward.

In the end, the man could no longer resist. His clear and cold voice gave off a faint illusion in the

darkness, "You missed him after just a few days?"

Although he believed Tristan's words that she had liked him before. But he couldn't be certain that she

still do now. Undeniably, Luke was able to give her far too many beautiful fantasies about the future.

"I'm worried that he's abroad with his child for treatment?" Isabella frowned as if he had not noticed the

change in his words.

"His wife has abandoned him long ago. Hasn't he always been raising his child alone?" Christian

lowered his head to look at his shadow beneath his feet.

The implication is that, 'I've never seen you worried before'.

Isabella turned her head to look at him, her voice calm, "Why is it so hard to hear something nice

coming from your mouth?"

Christian laughed lowly, his voice was rather cold, "I haven't said anything yet, but you want to cry out

for him? To be able to protect him like this, aren't you afraid that I'll get jealous? "

Isabella bit her lips and stopped in her tracks. She looked straight at him and said, "I believe that you

will eat everything and you will not eat anything like that."

As he spoke, he took off his coat and handed it over to him, "Thank you for sending me back. I'm here,

you can go back now."

Christian looked at her silently. It wasn't the first time he admitted that he was jealous but other than the

first time she was surprised, she didn't seem to see anything else.

But in the end, he was the first to lose. He once again wrapped the coat around her and held her

shoulders. "Wear it. Next time, if you give it back to me, I won't accompany you there."

Isabella tilted her head and looked at the hand on her shoulder, then smiled lightly, "Then I'll be

thanking Christian, I'm going back."

With that, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Isabella!"

Hearing the call, Isabella instinctively stopped. Christian suddenly grabbed her wrist, locked her into his

embrace, lowered his head to stick onto her small face, and spoke with a hoarse voice, "I don't like you

to be happy for him, so … I'm really jealous. "

Isabella was dumbstruck.

Christian easily kissed the small mouth that was slightly open.

Isabella did not take the initiative to reply, nor did she refuse. She only hugged the box tightly, her nails

digging into the box tightly.

After a moment, he stopped his actions. His disorderly breathing was brought close to her skin as he

simply spat out a few words, "Let's go."

Isabella cast aside her face and gave a light grunt. There was no response, but most of the time, she

was silent and did not make any sound.

After Christian let go, she turned and walked quickly into the apartment building.

After entering the elevator, under the bright light, the thin layer of sweat on her forehead was reflected,

as well as the panic in her eyes that couldn't be hidden anywhere. The box in her arms had also been

squeezed out of shape by her.

She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath as she felt her heart beating rapidly and nervously. Her

mind was in a mess as she thought about every word Christian had said tonight.

After a dozen seconds, the elevator arrived. She calmed down and walked out.

There was a light knock on the door of the apartment.

Very quickly, Diana opened the door. She looked at him in surprise, "Why are you back?"

Isabella, "..."

She carried the box into the house and covered her thoughts as she said coldly, "Are you not going to

leave me? If you don't come back, it’s so late, you didn't even make a phone call.

Diana took a pair of slippers, and said indifferently, "With Christian around, you don’t need to be

worried. If I don't make a phone call, that is because I be afraid of interrupting you two?"