Loveless Marriage

Chapter 72  I Have No Feeling For Her

Looking at him coldly, Isabella asked, "Do you hate Lexie?"

Frowning, Christian answered honestly, "I have no feeling for her."

He didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned her, and then it reminded him of what had

happened that night after drinking. His face turned cold.

Without noticing the changes on his face, Isabella just felt a bit confused.

No feeling?

What the hell answer was that?

"She had a crush on you. Don't tell me you can't see it."

"I see it now." Christian's expression didn't change much, as if he was talking about something

unimportant.

"…"

Isabella didn't know what to reply for a moment.

"So he means he didn't know that before.

Then how does he do now? Did he figure it out by himself, or did Lexie do something on purpose?"

Isabella couldn't help but think.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Christian approached her again and added, "I've already

transferred her away from the headquarters, and she won't be my assistant anymore."

"…"

Hearing this, Isabella was stunned for a moment.

Christian frowned lightly. He then took her hand and murmured, "Isabella."

Although his voice wasn't very soft, it still sounded different than before. She could feel his reluctance

as well as nostalgia in it.

After considering during this period, he had to admit what Adrian’s words. Although He wasn't sure

whether he had fallen for her, he indeed had some feelings for her and couldn't let her go.

Perhaps it was because he had already been used to her due to their three-year-marriage. As long as

she got close, he would reluctantly leave her.

He never spent too much time on such matters. He indeed felt disgust when he was forced to marry

her, but he never rejected her presence after they got married. He may even forget about the four-year

agreement and live with her lifelong if she hadn't asked for a divorce.

This was even his plan without the children. Now that she was pregnant, he became more determined.

Isabella's heart was panicking as she flung away his hand and stuttered: "You, what's you feel for her

has nothing to do with me. Just leave. I'm going home now."

Afraid that he would catch up with her, she hurriedly caught a taxi and quickly sat in it.

As the car drove away, she let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the man who was getting further and

further away from her through the window, she felt extremely complicated.

Even when she arrived at her apartment, Isabella was still in a muddled state. She directly lied on bed

after shower.

Due to Christian's ambiguous words, she tossed and turned until dawn before she finally fell asleep.

The next morning, with a pair of dark circles under her eyes, she rushed to the company after

breakfast.

"Miss Jones, did you make smoky makeup today?" Seeing her, Minh couldn't help but tease her.

God D*mn smoky!

Isabella looked at him and smiled, "Yes, do I look pretty?"

Minh's smile froze, and he immediately flattered: "Uh, yes, very pretty. Do you want me to make you a

coffee?"

Thinking about the children in her belly, she just said, "No, a warm water is okay."

"Oh, sure." Minh nodded obediently, then looked at her body and smiled: "However, Miss Jones, you

look great dressed today, and your temperament is extremely good as well."

Isabella was startled. She then looked at her clothes she wore today.

A beige windbreaker and a loose white shirt with its collar open to reveal a clear collarbone. Moreover,

a pair of tiny pointed flat shoes under her slender, straight legs.

Her temperament was very graceful.

They were picked out by Christian yesterday in the mall, and she just randomly matched them this

morning, only to covering her belly.

She naturally felt better when she was praised, and she smiled, "Thank you. But don't forget to send

your finished work to my mailbox. "

With that, she headed to her office.

The regular meeting was held on Monday. After it was over, Mr. Smith caught up to her and smiled,

"Isabella, come to my office."

Startled, Isabella then nodded: "Oh, okay."

She always felt it was a bad sign if Mr. Smith revealed such smile.

In executive office, he looked at her happily, "How is your mom now?"

"Uh, almost good. She can be discharged tomorrow." Isabella revealed a proper smile.

"Oh, then I'm relieved, Simons asked me about that yesterday."

"Mr. Simons?" Isabella was stunned, then she reminded of what Christian had said to her.

After hesitating for a second, she said: "Mr. Smith, will Mr. Simons... really corporate with us? "

The Polygon Group had just set a filiale in Brighton, and now so did Simons. When did Brighton

become so popular?

Mr. Smith pondered for a moment, then nodded, "I think it's possible, as he even let his secretary

contact me yesterday. He said that he was interested in our new app and wanted the headquarter to

approach us directly."

Isabella immediately frowned, and said in a low voice: "Isn't he overestimating us?"

Although their company was only a filiale in Brighton of Benton Technology, compared to Simons' big

internet empire, Benton was far smaller. That's way Isabella couldn't help but doubted.

"Well, that's what I think as well." Mr. Smith also shook his head, although saying so was kind of self-

defeating, he was also very self-aware.

He had only seen Shawn no more than two or three times. Even he felt that it was a bit strange.

Even if Christian of Polygon Group and the chairman of Benton needed to showed their respect and

serve him well, it was very stressful for him to do it.

So it was impossible for Isabella to figure it out the reason. She then laughed dryly: "Um … Mr. Smith,

even if you couldn't understand, then I reckon it's too risky for me to take this project. You should

probably leave it to some experienced seniors in our company. "

Looking at her, Mr. Smith considered seriously for a while. He also felt that the project was so important

that she may not able to handle. Suddenly, he frowned: "But Simons has already had a good

impression of you. If I substitute someone else for you now, will he be displeased?

Isabella's expression stiffened, "Um …It shouldn't be, right? I think Mr. Simons seemed to have a good

temper. Maybe he is nice to everyone. "

They were all very hard to understand. One Christian was far enough, she didn't want to handle one

more.