Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 128

Christian tightly held onto her arm and said warmly, "She's your friend. I can treat her, but I can't eat with her alone."

Naomi, "..."

He indeed spoke quite straightforwardly.

Looking at him, Isabella said indifferently, "So are you going to treat us or you want a free meal actually?"

"It doesn't matter what you think. I've already made a reservation, so we can go to the restaurant right now." Christian held her hand tightly. His handsome face was look gentle and warm. 

Looking at his hand for a few seconds, Isabella suddenly laughed gently, "Forcing me to go? Now I don't even have the right to refuse?"

Isabella ridiculed coldly without a smile. 

She now felt that he was becoming more and more shameless, so shameless that he even showed no respect to her as if he could decide everything for her. Even if she went angry, he still wouldn't change his attitude at all. 

To put it bluntly, he was like pestering her. 

When things out of her control, she would be very flustered. At that time, she would be annoyed at him as well as herself. 

As if Christian had already predicted her attitude, he still held onto her hand with a faint smile. "I didn't force you. I just went to your home this morning, and your mom asked me to take care of you."

Isabella, "..."

Her expression was still as she looked at him. 

After a while, she smiled coldly, "Naomi is here. I don't need you to worry about me, Mr. Miller."

Christian's calm eyes swept across Naomi, saying: "She should have something to do this afternoon, so it's not good to keep troubling her."

Isabella frowned and turned to look at Naomi.

Rolling her eyes, Naomi hurriedly nodded as if she suddenly thought of something, "Right, right, I just remember I'll have to buy some clothes with my mom this afternoon… Isabella, I might not be able to keep you company."

"…"

Isabella's gaze at her suddenly became extremely deep.

Didn't he know that if he kept like this, she would be extremely struggling inside?"

Did he know how much this warmth from time to time made her linger? If this he still be like this, she would regret her divorce.

Her throat tightened as suddenly she felt an intense pain in her mouth. A grievance welled up in her heart, and her dark eyes immediately became wet.

Lowering his gaze, Christian slightly trembled.

Did she just cry?

"Isabella?"

Her eyes were wet as if she was wrong, looking extremely pitiful and weak. 

Christian panicked slightly, his hands holding onto her shoulders. He stared fixedly at her, and said with a hoarse voice as if he was signing, "It’s all my fault, don't cry. If you don't want to see me, I'll leave now."

Maybe she was really bored of him.