"I want to ask whether you''re awake already."


    He paused, then asked worriedly, "Are you not feeling well? I think you''ve been inside since yesterday


    afternoon. "


    Isabe said, "I''m fine, it''s just that I was too tired yesterday and rested for a while more. Wait a


    moment, I''ll get dressed and go out."


    "Alright."


    Hanging up, Isabe touched her throat and sighed in sorrow, but she still slowly got up from the bed.


    D*mn, it hurt!


    Isabe wanted to curse again, she pinched her aching waist, casually found two sets of clothes and


    went into the bathroom.


    Putting on some light makeup, Isabe tilted her head and carefully examined the skin above her neck.


    Luckily Christian still retained a bit of rationality and did not ravage her skin, otherwise, she would want


    to p him when she saw him again.


    Dressed neatly, she picked up her bag and was about to leave when the door suddenly opened from


    the outside.


    Christian entered the room, nced at her, and frowned, "You don''t feel any pain anymore?"


    Isabe''s pale face suddenly turned cold. She red at him and a trace of grievance welled up in her


    tone, "It''s all your fault! "I''m here on a business trip. No matter how ufortable I feel, I have to go


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    now."


    Hearing this, he broke into a gentle smile and pulled her down to a seat. He said in a low voice, "It''s my


    fault. Have your breakfast first. I''ll send you guys thereter."


    He put the breakfast on the table and opened it.


    Isabe''s anger had not faded, she wanted to refuse him, but when she smelled the aroma of food, she


    immediately swallowed her saliva.


    From yesterday afternoon until now, she hadn''t even drunk a single mouthful of water and had


    expended so much energy. It would be strange if she wasn''t hungry.


    Hesitatingly, she picked up the chopsticks. Suddenly, she realised something and asked, "What did you


    say? You guys? "


    "Yes. I just happened to bump into them when I wasing over."


    "…"


    As Isabe looked at his handsome side profile, she suddenly felt mixed emotions. Afterst night''s


    craziness, she couldn''t even say any tough words to him.


    Perhaps she had been forced at the start, but after the pleasant sensation had lost her rationality, she


    was toozy to even resist. It was hard to tell if she was in a passive state or an active one.


    Now that she saw him, she felt angry, wronged, and guilty.


    She felt that she should just...


    Isabe was lost in thought. She didn''t notice that he had raised his eyes. All the thoughts and


    emotions in her eyes had been thoroughly peeked out. She didn''t even have time to retract his gaze.


    Panicking, she lowered her head and pretended to eat earnestly.


    "Isabe!" Christian''s voice suddenly changed a little. He called out to her, thick emotions flowing


    through his eyes.


    She picked a steamed bun and was about to stuff it into her mouth, but her jaw was caught by him,


    causing her to almost throw it out.


    "You!"


    "Look at me!" The man lowered his gaze, stared at her face, and said expressionlessly, "Tell me what


    you were thinking just now."


    When their eyes met, Isabe just wanted to escape.


    "I, I …I''m hungry …"


    "You''re thinking about how to avoid me again, aren''t you?" The man narrowed his eyes, his expression


    as calm as water.


    "…"


    Isabe''s expression froze. Her watery eyes stared at him without blinking, making her look quite


    adorable.


    However, her heart was not as calm as it seemed on the surface. She suspected whether Christian had


    mental-reading abilities. She had only thought about it for a moment, and then he understood all she


    thoughts?


    She felt that she had been too impulsivest night, so she was a bit confused. She decided to calm


    down and not see him for the next few days, but it seemed like she couldn''t.


    With a bit of guilt, she pulled his hand away and stammered, "You''re thinking too much. I''m not trying to


    hide from you."


    Christian''s face darkened. He looked at her lowered eyebrows, then regained hisposure and said.


    "I definitely won''t allow that regardless whether you''ve thought about it or not. I can give you some time


    to think about remarriage, but that''s it, nothing else."


    Isabe lowered her head and bit on a bun. After hearing what she said, she slowly calmed down and


    asked, "What if I don''t agree to a remarriage?"


    He''s Adam''s apple rolled. "Then don''t."


    To him, a certificate didn''t mean anything, as long as there were she and the children at home.


    Isabe''s slender eyshes slowly drooped, and she hooked her lower lip, "What if your mother


    doesn''t agree?"


    Could he stand the f*cking urge to get married? His mother wasn''t in a good health either.


    Christian frowned and said, "She only wants to have a grandson. In the future, when she takes care of


    her child, she won''t have the heart to think about other things."


    Isabe did not say anything.


    But in her heart, she felt that his words was somewhat funny. Did he not really understand what kind of


    person his mother was, or was he confident that he could argue against an olddy in poor condition?


    That time in front of her, Mrs. Miller''s attitude had already shown that even if the child was her


    grandson, she would not allow herself to be with him again.


    This was an even more difficult path than before, and from the first two people, he was now in a


    dilemma.


    However, she would not tell him about this in her heart. She only nodded, "I will consider it. Don''t force


    me."


    The man ced his palm on top of her head and stroked her hair. His eyes were dark and emotionless.


    He slightly bent his lower lip and promised with a warm smile, "I won''t force you."


    Isabe ate a few mouthfuls, then changed the topic, "Other than for me, do you have anything else to


    do in London?"


    Was he going to stay with her?


    "I have some things to take care of here, but I don''t have a hotel reserved, so I''ll stay here for the time


    being." The man said without the slightest bit of shame.


    Isabe was so angry that she wanted to p him, gritting her teeth, "Do youck the money you need


    to book a hotel? "I still have colleagues here. You''d better restrain yourself a little and scram as far as


    possible. Give me an inch more and I''ll send you nude photoster."


    The man''s gaze turned cold. "Am I that shameful?"


    "Two of us being together can be shameful." Isabe licked her lips, then suddenlyughed, "Aren''t you


    afraid that people will see through our rtionship, and ruin your image in thepany?"


    The man coldly smiled. His gaze and aura gave off a sense of pressure, "You are my woman, not a


    mistress. Do I need to be afraid of our rtionship being exposed?"


    He couldn''t wait to announce it now.


    The gaze in his eyes flickered slightly. His eyes suddenly shed with a peculiar expression, which was


    so fast that people were unable to catch it.


    That "you''re my woman" made the corner of Isabe''s mouth curve upwards, and she snorted, "But I


    don''t want to lose my face. You better watch out for me, if Mr. Smith finds it out, I''m totally done."


    Hearing this, Christian didn''t speak.


    Just then, there was a knock on the door.


    Isabe instinctively put down her chopsticks and said, "Go hide inside, I''ll open the door."


    Even though he told her that John and Minh had seen him, it was awkward for them to be in the same


    room now.


    But the man ignored her. He stood up and walked quickly towards the door.