Loveless Marriage

Let's Go Home

Meanwhile, in the office building opposite the street, Steven quickly knocked on the Executive Office's

door.

The man who was working seriously didn't even raise his head and just said, "Come in."

Steven pushed open the door, looked at the man, and maintained his calm tone, "Sir, the false news

about Miss Jones is spreading online this morning. Benton Technology suspended her from work, and I

just saw her sitting alone downstairs."

Hearing the news about Isabella, the man immediately raised her head. As he heard further, he

narrowed his eyes and his expression darkened, "Is she still downstairs now?"

Without waiting for Steven's reply, he quickly got up and walked out.

"Sir…"

Steven still wanted to stop him, but he had already walked far away.

He still hadn't told him that Miss Jones's suspension was just because of him. If he went over now,

wouldn't that confirm the gossiping even more?

Isabella's tiny body was still seated on the stairs, deep in thought, her two eyes glazed over as she

looked forward. From the surface, she looked like an unemployed person who had just been fired from

a loss.

Christian walked over quickly. Seeing his from afar, he immediately felt pained, ignored the people

around him who were watching him, came over and squatted down, "Isabella."

"…"

Isabella looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She

was stunned for a moment, and thought that she had some illusion. Then she casually waved her

hand, but was cut off by the man halfway.

Feeling the warmth that was different from before, Isabella finally woke up. She stared with wide eyes,

"Christian?"

"Yes." The man tenderly caressed her little face and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Isabella was instantly immersed in that kind of gentleness. Looking at him, she suddenly thought of

some lines from a movie or TV drama, and said it out loud as well, "I'm unemployed."

Coupled with his dazed expression and his faintly aggrieved tone, it was indescribably pitiful.

A few seconds later, while Isabella was still waiting for him to say "I'll raise you", the man lightly said,

"Okay, then let's go home."

Isabella was startled. His eyes suddenly became clear, blinked his eyes, and pursed her lips. "Another

one mocked me."

She was already unemployed. If she didn't go home, would she wander the streets?

Her mood was terrible. She watched as the man completely ignored her surroundings as if he just

wanted to find comfort.

The man was helpless. Seeing that she seemed to have lost her wits, he knew that he wouldn't listen to

anything. He stood up and bent over to pick her up. He said gently, "Let's go home."

Her fingers were slightly cold and her body was stiff. She did not need to think to guess at what kind of

battle she had just experienced.

The man's arms tightened around her, pulling her deeper into his embrace.

Isabella's eyes spun, she was startled, and her head became more clear—headed from the wind, only

then did she realize that she was still downstairs at her company. Her face changed, and anxiously

used her hand to push him away, "Christian, what are you doing, quickly put me down."

"Be more honest, I'll take you home." The man held her tightly as he looked at his feet. He then slowly

walked down the flight of stairs. His 1.8m tall figure made the woman in his embrace look a little cute.

"You quickly put me down, I can go back myself!" Isabella was about to cry from his anger while using

the box to cover her face, she commanded in a low voice.

She hadn't explained the photos clearly in the morning, let alone what was happening now in public.

"You look like you're half dead. I'm really afraid that you'll be hit by a car before you even get to the

road." Christian coldly glanced down at her before continuing to walk forward.

Isabella speechlessly held her forehead, her eyes looking over his broad shoulder at Benton

Technology behind him, and said with a tone of helplessness, "Now it's even harder to explain."

Upon hearing that, the man squinted his eyes. As he walked, he lightly said to the labial margin, "Then

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"…"

The man carried her gently into the car and personally fastened her seat belt. Then, he sat in the

driver's seat, reverse it and drove away from the company.

Isabella looked at the box in the backseat through the rearview mirror, her expression gradually

calming down, expressionlessly staring ahead.

While waiting for the red light, Christian turned his head and looked at her for a few seconds, saying

and asking nothing.

He didn't even know why she had lost her job. Logically speaking, on the first day she came back from

London, she brought along Fantasy with her. Even if Mr. Smith didn't praise her, he shouldn't have

kicked her.

When the car arrived at Scenery Bay, the man didn't send her back to the Lu family's apartment, but

picked her up and carried her back to his place.

At first, Isabella still struggled a little, but she was not in the mood to argue with him, so she just

allowed to carry her into the room.

On the bed in the bedroom, he bent down to put her down. He lifted her hair and said gently, "Rest for a

while. I'll go get some water for you."

Isabella pushed him aside and sat up, then said indifferently, "Christian, I'm unemployed but not sick.

There's no need for you to be like this."

"It's all physical and mental injuries, is there any difference?"

"…" Was this man trying to comfort him, or was he trying to sprinkle salt on his wounds?

The man patted her head, then turned around and left for the living room. After about ten seconds, he

returned with a cup of water and placed it in her hand. "Drink it up. As for whether you want to tell me

to settle this yourself, that's your choice."

At that moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

"Take a rest, I'll get a call." He took out his cell phone, turned around, and walked out onto the balcony.

Isabella sat on the bed and glanced at his figure with the glass in her hand.

After Christian answered the call, he returned to his bedroom and saw that the She was lying on the

blanket in a Union Jack shape with her eyes closed.