Loveless Marriage

Chapter 12  Haven’t We Been Doing Good All Time

Thinking about it, Isabella felt that she was quite silly. Why would a man who didn't love her want

children? It should be a good thing that her plan didn't work out, or the children would not grow up in a

complete family.

"I'll give you 5 million, as I'm afraid it may not be enough." Luke gave the cheque to Isabella.

Isabella did not say anything else. She directly took the paper and pen, and wrote a IOU to him: "Luke,

I will try my best to pay you back in a year."

"To me it’s just a small amount." Luke pushed the IOU back and laughed: "Also, he is my teacher, so

it’s no hurry to pay back."

"No, if you don't accept this, then I will not borrow the money." Isabella pushed the cheque back too.

Luke had no choice but to put the IOU in his pocket: "Okay, but forget the interest."

Seeing Isabella still wanted to say something, Luke hurriedly said half-jokingly: "If you really feel bad

about it, then teach Rachel how to read when you have time, just to offset the interest. She kinda

dislikes kindergarten now."

After thinking for a moment, Isabella agreed, "Okay, I was very good at studying before."

"True. You were the first in our province in the college entrance exam that year!" Luke also laughed

along.

Isabella was so grateful that Luke was willing to lend her money, so she wanted to treat him to a good

meal. But before they left for the restaurant, he got a phone call from his company telling him to go

back, "Shall we have dinner next time?"

"No worries. I’ll treat you next time, Luke." Isabella showed her understanding.

After seeing Luke off, she also left for the grocery. When she returned to her mother’s apartment, she

surprisingly saw Christian who leaned on his car with a sullen face.

"Why are you here?" Isabella Stood a foot away from him, feeling regretful. If she had knew this, she

would not have told him this address when she rented the apartment for her mother.

Seeing Isabella, Christian’s face darkened. He strode forward and asked with a questioning tone: "Why

did you take all your clothes? Are you not living there anymore?"

"That's your apartment. I don't have to live there anymore." Isabella said, trying to avoid the important,

"Also, my mom has sleeping problems, and I want to take care of her."

"What about this? Can you explain?" Christian held the document up to Isabella. On the cover were the This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

harsh words ‘divorce settlement’, and he couldn’t be more irritated.

He was really busy today. When he finished everything, he found it was already afternoon.

He reckoned Isabella should have left hospital. Then he bought some food and went home, but the

apartment was extremely quiet.

Not until he entered the bedroom did he realize that Isabella had already took away everything

belonging to her, with only two coats left in the wardrobe. On the bedside table, there was a divorce

agreement that Isabella had signed.

For some reason, he panicked, not knowing why Isabella did this.

Haven’t they been doing good all time?

He quickly called her, but no one answered. Having no idea whether she had blacklisted him or not, he

went so angry that he gave the wardrobe a hard kick. After that, he became even more irritated.

When he calmed himself, Christian remembered that Isabella once told him the address of the

apartment she rent for her mother. He immediately rummaged for it in the drawer and finally found a

note with the address on it. He then drove straight to the apartment, but he did not know which floor

she was on. So he just kept waiting downstairs.

"It’s just as what you see." Isabella calmly spoke: "I want a divorce."

"Isabella, you!" Christian was agitated by her calm expression. He fiercely grabbed her wrist, then the

bag in Isabella's hand fell. All the goods scattered all over the ground, "It hasn’t been four years. Why

are you getting divorce?"

"I'm exhausted. I don't want it, okay!" After suppressing herself whole day, Isabella also broke down.

She stared straight at him: "It really doesn’t matter. We don't even love each other. Why shouldn’t we

divorce?"

Before Christian could say anything, Isabella continued: "Have you ever loved me, Christian?"