Loveless Marriage

Chapter 91  I Don't Owe You

On the contrary, he owed her a lot. If she didn't have the two babies, she might already have had a new

life, and she didn't have to work so hard.

Better for the babies?

Isabella's heart turned cold bit by bit, whose fingers under the quilt tightly gripped the sheet. After

staring at him for a few seconds, she turned to look out the window, snorting, "Of course I don't owe

you, and I didn't avoid me. But you are indeed like a pestering me. I really think you should find another

girl and let her bear your child, or you'll always be like this."

Christian's handsome face slowly tensed up, a cold glint flashed past his eyes, "You don't need to

worry about whether or not I would let other girls bear my child. But before the babies in your belly are

born, I will always be like this. No matter how annoyed you are, bear it."

"You!" Isabella was choked at his words.

Knowing she wasn't feeling well, Christian didn't argue with her. He just tucked the quilt back in with an

indifferent expression. Pinching her cheek, he said gently, "Rest. I'll talk to the doctor."

"..."

After he left, Isabella stared at the ceiling for while, and then fell asleep again.

...

In the afternoon, when John and Minh arrived hospital, they found Isabella was arguing with Christian

about when she would be discharged.

She thought that she had been recovered after resting a day, except that she was still a bit weak. It was

not some serious illness, and she could do anything normally now. Since pregnant women couldn't take

medicine, so she'd better rest at home than in hospital.

Besides, she was still on a business trip, and she planned to returned to Brighton tomorrow morning.

How could she explain it to her superior that she needed to stay in hospital only because she was Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

having a fever.

However, Christian didn't listen to her at all. He left after just coldly saying something.

"Miss Jones, how about stay here for another day? I will go back with Minh first." John suggested when

he saw Isabella still look very weak.

Minh, who sat on the chair by the bed, also smiled, "Since Mr. Miller is here, we would have nothing to

do."

Isabella immediately gave him an cold stare, "Do you think everyone is free as you? I'm not crippled, so

why can't I go back with you guys? Also, the prices here are double than that of Brighton. Will you

compensate for me?"

"..."

Minh completely didn't what to reply. Since John was also present, he couldn't mention her pregnancy

as well.

Right at that moment, Christian went back and expressionlessly threw his phone to her, "it's a call from

your Mr. Smith."

Isabella, "..."

With her two assistants sitting by her side, Isabella didn't know what attitude she should use towards

treat him.

Gritting her teeth, she forced a smile and picked up the phone, "Mr. Smith

"Ah, Isabella. Mr. Smith told me that you were sick over there. Are you feeling better now?"

Isabella tried her best to stay clam, replying, "I'm okay now. I'll be back to company tomorrow."

"Uh, take your time. Mr. Miller told me that he wanted you to help him solve some issues of his

company, and this should a good opportunity. You learn something in Polygon on behalf of Benton and

make a report when you're back, okay?“

"..."

As he was speaking, Isabella's face turned ugly though she tried her best to endure her anger, "Mr.

Smith."

Before she could reply, Mr. Smith quickly interrupted her, "Oh one more thing, let John and Minh return

first. That's it, I'm in a conference right now...See you!"

"Mr. S..."

All of the words were stuck in her throat. Isabella tightly held onto her phone and took a deep breath.

She was too angry that her vision almost turned black.

From Mr. Smith's reaction, it was obvious that he had saw through something that he immediately hung

up, afraid that she may ask him further. "Miss Jones, what did Mr. Smith say?" John asked

curiously. Minh then laughed, "I think he has just assigned new mission for her to stay here longer. And

we will be leaving first."