Loveless Marriage
Chapter 8  Don’t be Like a child

Seeing him, Isabella was a bit surprised. In the past, he went home merely a few times a month, but she saw him quite often these days. This time he even sent her to the hospital, which was really like a dream.

Upon hearing this, Isabella did not say anything but turned away.

Christian sighed. Then he pulled a chair and sat down, opening the hot porridge. His voice sounded commanding: "From now on, quit smoking."

Isabella sneered, then said with sullenness: "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Isabella, don't be a child." He said indifferently, then he blew the porridge and held it to her lips: "I added some sugar. You should love it. Take a bite." "Take it away. I don't want it!" With a bad tone, Isabella turned her body even further.

He looked considerate, remembering clearly what she liked to eat. Why did they have such a hard marriage?

Furthermore, she wasn't a child, and nor was she childish!

Christian frowned as he saw the girl being so stubborn. He ate the porridge, squeezed her lips and kissed up, feeding the porridge to her.

"Ugh!" Isabella resisted by punching his chest with all her strength but Christian pressed on her body. His deep kisses almost made Isabella breathless.

After feeding her like this a few times, the porridge bowl bottomed out. Isabella also quieted down, who stared at him viciously, as if he was the greatest criminal. Christian rubbed her tender lips with his fingers.

It was soft and light pink, and just by kissing it he got sexual impulse. But she was ill and they were in hospital, so he had to suppress his inner desire.

Christian held the supple and soft girl in his arms, saying in a cold voice. "Isabella, I have plenty of ways to punish you if I replace you smoke again."

"None, none of your business!" Seeing his stiff face, Isabella was a bit terrified, not to make any eye contact with him. Feeling uneasy, she turned her body back and buried her head in quilt.

"If I am sick, he will stay, right?"

"I promise, as long as he stays and adjusts attitude, I won't argue with him!"

It turned out that Isabella was thinking way too much. Within one minute, she heard plastic bag was cleaned up, and Christian said: "I have some work to do so I'm leaving now. Have some rest. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning when I'm free."

Feeling so disappointed, Isabella wrapped herself with the quilt even tighter.

In his mind, working was far more important than her!

Seeing that Isabella did not reply, Christian had to stop and asked: "Um, Is there anything that I can help you?"

"No, Nothing!" Isabella knew that he was probably talking about her father's matter. Hearing the word "help", Isabella felt sour and annoyed, "I'll solve it myself if there is anything. Just go!".

She was really like a child sometime...Christian slightly sigh.

He hated this marriage, but she was at least his legal wife. For the past three years, she had been a good girl and caused no troubles for him, so he should take care of her.

Christian thought for a moment after leaving the ward. He then made a call: "Contact Mr. Taylor and ask him when he's free. I want to have a visit."

Next morning, Isabella waited until 11 am, whereas Christian still did not come.

He lied! ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐