Chapter 125 I Thought You Were My Wife


    Tristan stayed in the hospital for half a month before returning home. Although he could only stay on


    bed, his mind was already clear.


    After all, he was still serving his sentence, so the police would go to their apartment and check his


    illness regrly. With Diana taking care of him at home, Isabe felt at ease while she was working in


    thepany.


    Late at night, Isabe parked her car in the parking lot and walked towards her apartment after work.


    The light from the streetmp was dim, and her footsteps were neither fast nor slow.


    As she walked into the building, she saw that the voice-activated light wasn''t on yet and everything was


    pitch-ck. Just as she was about to shout out, a voice sounded, "You''re back."


    "Ah!"


    Isabe cried out softly in fear.


    The lights suddenly turned on. Seeing the man leaning against the elevator, she was stunned for a


    moment, then scolded, "You, are you trying to be a ghost here? You almost scared me to death! "


    "Sorry, the lights went out." Under the light, the handsome man smiled lightly when he saw her.


    Isabe really wanted to hit him.


    She took a deep breath and pressed the elevator button. Looking at him, he said, "Why are you back


    today?”


    Tomorrow would be Saturday, and he still came back once a week as he had promised before.


    "I got some free time, so I''m back." What Christian said without any change in his tone.


    ncing at him, Isabe didn''t speak anymore. In the past half month, he had returned once, but at


    that time she ignored him. This time he came over again. Should she continue to ignore him?


    "Why are you sote?" He''d been waiting here for long. If it wasn''t because he didn''t wanted to tell her


    in advance, he would have already called her.


    The elevator door opened and Isabe walked in. She then said indifferently, "I had a dinner with Mr.


    Simons."


    Upon hearing that, Christian''s eyes dimmed, "He invited you?"


    Isabe pressed the button on the floor of where she lived, exining in a nd voice, "No, he''s going


    back to London tomorrow, so Mr. Smith treated him to this dinner, and he also brought me along."


    Christian''s gaze regained its serenity as muttered, "That''s right. He should go back to London."


    Isabe didn''t hear him clearly, "Em? What did you just say? "


    "Nothing. He probably has some other things to handle. From now on, you can be at ease and focus on


    the cooperation between Benton and Polygon."


    The elevator stopped with a ding.


    Isabe stood there without moving. Frowning, she looked at him with a very doubtful gaze, "Why do


    you seem to know something? Why did he suddenly return to London?"


    Christian grabbed her shoulders and hugged her as they walked out, then said calmly: "His


    headquarters isn''t here. Do you even expect him to stay here until Christmas?"


    Isabe still didn''t notice anything. She walked along with him, with her mind only focused on Shawn''s


    matter. She turned her head with a strange look on her face, asking: "But he''s been here for a month,


    while he seemed not to have done anything. The cooperation with Benton hasn''t started either. Why


    did he suddenly go back?"


    Staring at her eyes, his Adam''s apple silently rolling, he smirked, "Do you think he haven''t done


    anything? He''s done more than you could imagine. In this month, at least three firms in Brighton


    became part of his group. Besides, he only cooperated with one smallpany, which is Benton."


    Isabe was dumbstruck, then suddenly stopped in her tracks, as she was pondering, "Why did he only


    take a fancy to Benton?"


    The first day he came to Brighton, he''d invited so many famouspanies to the banquet. Benton was


    just a insignificant one among them. Even if she was confident that herpany was a pearl, she was


    still confused why he had an eye on Benton.


    However, when it came to cooperation, they didn''t do much things. Only a third of the project fund was


    transferred.


    Or…


    Isabe''s eyes gradually darkened, as if she finally sensed something.


    Christian looked at her with a slight squint. His hand that was holding her shoulder slightly tightened.


    Suddenly, he bent his head down and pressed his lips against her ears, muttering: "Isabe, try stay


    away from him, okay?"


    It only then did she realise that she was in his arms. Her eyes suddenly widened as she struggled from


    his embrace. Her cheeks flushed with anger as she said, "I really can''t be rx for even a second. If


    you do this again, I''ll bite you."


    In the next second, he kissed her.


    Then, she was pushed up against the wall behind her and given a hard kiss in the hallway of her


    apartment.


    At the end, as she had said, Isabe bit him hard.


    It was not until her eyes misted with tears from theck of oxygen did the man stop kissing her.


    Her cheeks were flushed red, and her legs were weak. Staring at him angrily with a pair of pitiful and


    wronged eyes, Isabe cried out: "If you''re in your oestrus, go find a wild cat. Don''t bother me here. "


    Christian pulled into his embrace again, then sighed helplessly, "We only see each other once a week.


    Do you have to argue with me?"


    After acting so arrogantly, she became even gentler, but her mouth remained unforgiving, "If you were


    still my husband, let alone a week, I would still be happy if I could only see you once a month. But with


    your current rogue look, I don''t even want to see you with even one nce."


    Christian smiled. His fingertips slid across her face and his voice suddenly became hoarse: "I want to


    see you, but you''re not willing to pick up my phone."


    Isabe''s expression stiffened and her eyes avoided looking at him a little, let alone looking him in the


    eye. Even more so, she started to be nervous. “Can you let me go first, Christian? "


    It was hard for anyone to resist a man who usually acted serious began to flirt women.


    "I was...I was just too busy …"


    Isabe screamed in her heart. How could she exin this? She just didn''t want to answer his phone.


    "So busy that you didn''t even have time for a call?" Christian was  still unwilling to let it go.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    "I …" Isabe choked and gritted her teeth. Then she angrily said: "Can you stop being so shameless?


    You are just a hooligan. Why should I ever pick up your phone? Do you want me to sue that CEO Miller


    of Polygon for the sexual harassment? "


    "Oh, sorry I forgot. I thought you were still my wife." Christian released his hand and casually said.


    "…"


    With her eyes opened wide, Isabe looked at him with an extremely incredulous


    expression.