Loveless Marriage

Will You still Miss Me

Isabella returned to her hotel room and closed the door. Suddenly, she was hugged from the back, and

her body was so close that there wasn't even a crack. A strong yet familiar masculine scent poured into

her mouth and nose, drowning all of her senses and nerves.

The feeling passed between them through a lingering kiss.

Suddenly regained some rationality as the two kissed from the living room to the bed. Isabella turned

her face away and covered his lips as she spoke in a soft and shy voice with a blush, "Don't … I need

to pack up and go back to Brighton. "

Minh and John would laugh at her if they were to do it again now.

Christian lowered his gaze and stared at her face. The light in his eyes seemed to want to burn her. His

thin lips let out a warm breath on her face. With a low and sexy voice, he asked, "You're going to leave

me again?"

He looked deeply at her.

Isabella was dumbstruck for a moment, and said in amusement, "I'm returning to Brighton, Christian.

You also have to return to Leeds, understand?"

Did he think he was still a child?

Christian pinched her cheek and said with a low voice. "After we go back, you would have your mom,

friends and babies with you. Will you still remember me?"

Was he wondering whether she would miss him?

"…"

Isabella was completely stunned for a moment before a playful smile gradually surfaced in her eyes.

"Christian, are you trying to tell me that you've forgotten who you are after staying here for two days?

But I didn't forget, so... I'm not sure if I could still remember how you are now."

Christian frowned slightly. His light words seemed gentle yet aggressive as he asked, "Isabella, what This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

do you think I am?"

Isabella raised her eyebrows and smiled brilliantly, "Then what do you think you are? Ex-husband?

Present boyfriend? Or … Father?"

Christian looked at her and didn't say anything for a moment.

Ex—husband, not cold or hot. Current boyfriend, too frivolous; Father...There was no intimacy in her

tone.

Christian were unsatisfied. Looking at her smiling face, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her

lips. His hands tightly hugged her waist.

"Isabella, I have time to wait. If you still don't understand, we can maintain the current situation until you

understand the situation, but during this period, I will not allow your name to get involved with any other

man."

Isabella held her breath, his heart felt like it was being held tightly by two hands, and was unable to say

a word, and could only look at him.

After a long while, she adjusted her breathing, lifted her eyelids and smiled, "You know that I hate it

when people say I'm not allowed to do it. The more you don't let me do it, the more I might do it. And

what makes you think you can ask me for that? "Just based on your little liking towards me?"

Although she understood the meaning behind his words, she didn't want him to succeed so easily. It

was as if she didn't want to give it to others even if she thought it was cheap.

"Isabella!"

Christian's lips leaked out her name. It was very, very light, but it was filled with an indescribable

enchantment. His gaze was so deep that it seemed to suck her in.

Isabella's heart tightened, she had almost failed to defend her defense line. She silently swallowed her

saliva, and suddenly pressed her chest with the intent to push the person away, "I still need to return to

Brighton, I don't have time to waste with you."

"You can also follow me back to London." The man suddenly said. Not only did he not get up, his

handsome face even fell closer.

He didn't like her sometimes hot and cold attitude. He always felt that what he was hugging in his arms

was just an illusion, like a bubble that would burst at any time. However, he wasn't a man who was

immersed in an illusion.

Isabella struggled slightly, her beautiful face was angry, she was angry, "Christian, you are still trying to

fight, are you not letting me go if I don't agree to your conditions?"

"I don't want to see you next time. You think I'm a stranger." Christian looked at her without a care in

the world.

The atmosphere seemed to have momentarily quieted down.

A certain feeling spread out from Isabella's heart. Looking at him, it seemed like she sighed, and was a

little helpless. But in the end, she still agreed obediently and softly, "Alright, I promise you."

After that, the originally conflicted feeling unexpectedly calmed down.

Christian lowered his gaze to look at the woman's exquisite features, with the curve of his lips

deepening.

After getting the answer he wanted, the man kissed her eye before letting her go.

Isabella was extremely depressed. She turned around and silently packed her things.

Putting the suitcase away, she pursed her lips and looked at him, "What are you going to do? Return to

London, or continue to stay here? "

"Let's go back." Christian only answered her with one word.

Isabella didn't ask any further. She went out of her room and contacted Minh and John, planning to

head straight to the airport.

Christian leaned on the door and lazily looked at the three of them, "I just happen to be going to the

airport too, let's go together."

Isabella, "..."

Why was Christian so sullen? Did he have to go with them?

"It's not convenient. We might not be at the same airport." Isabella rejected it flatly.

The man smiled faintly, "As long as the tickets are the same, it's fine. You guys can also hitchhike.

Aren't you very frugal?"

Isabella, "..."

She didn't know what to say. Although she could pay for it, it would save her a lot.

Minh More smiled ambiguously, "Right, Elder Sister Isabella, you guys hurry up, we will drag the

luggage over first."

As the two of them spoke, they left her alone to push away the box.

Isabella wanted to give his two subordinates the brother—in—arms award, he didn't care about her at

all.

She turned her head to look at the smiling man and felt her chest tighten. "Do you find it especially

interesting every time you bully me?"

Christian lowered his head to glance at her and smiled. "I can't bully you. Every time I say a word, you'll

say ten sentences. I've been humiliated by others all these years, so I'm not as proud as you are."

"…"

Isabella frowned and raised her head and looked at him, trying to think of a way to retaliate, when

suddenly the man grabbed her hand and walked out.

"If we don't go now, we won't be able to get to Brighton by nightfall."

Isabella walked at the angle where she could only see the other side of his face, so she was completely

unable to discern his emotions. Thus, she did not pay attention to what she was saying and only

discovered some problems while buying tickets.