Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 112

What magic potion did that woman have him drink? Before they got divorced, they had never been so intimate. Why now...

Looking at the sumptuous dishes  in front of him, Christian taunted: "You'd rather believe trust other's words than your own son's."

"I …" Mallory choked.

Christian picked up his fork, casually picked a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. Then he lazily said: "Whether or not I help her during this period is my own business. If you still care about the Miller's reputation, don't make it too public."

"Pah!"

Mallory put down her fork heavily, then said with an anger look, "An I still your mother? You want to go against me just for a woman you've divorced? Christian, do you think that I am useless now? And I can't even distinguish good from bad?"

"Can't you see her minds? Does she even love you? She's been unwilling to give birth to a child during the past three years. Has she visited you in your company? Why do you still care about a woman who only wrapped up in her career?"

She knew that her son could be very stubborn sometimes, whose decision was hard to change once he made up his mind. But she'd never let Isabella enter their Miller family once again.

Christian continued eating, his eyes dimmed slightly, "You don't know about these things, and your son doesn't need you to teach him a lesson."

Isabella didn't even know what exact job he was doing. Since she didn't ask, he naturally didn't tell her. 

He'd thought about what Naomi said to him that day, and he realised maybe he hadn't truly understand Isabella. Even if he could see through her thought now, that was only the present Isabella. He had no idea of her minds during the past three years. 

"You!" Mallory was so angry that she even felt dizzy. She closed her eyes and panted fiercely, then coldly said: "I won't eat anymore."

After that, she angrily went upstairs.

Christian's expression didn't change at all. Hearing the sound of the bedroom door being shut, he wiped his mouth by a tissue, then slowly stood up: "Annie."

"Sir."

"Bring her some snacks later on. Tell me when she's asleep."

"Okay." Annie nodded, then asked, "Will you stay tonight?"

"No. I have something to deal with. "

Putting on his coat, Christian straightly went out.

After sleeping soundly the whole night, Isabella woke up early the next morning.

The surgery was scheduled on the morning.

Luke called her. After his repeat asking, Isabella couldn't refuse but tell him the surgery time. 

When Luke arrived at the hospital, he saw the scratches on her neck. His expression immediately changed, "What's wrong? Who did this? "

"It was just an accident yesterday. It's over now." Isabella laughed unconcernedly. She then waved at Rachel, "Come here, Rachel."

The little girl happily ran to where Isabella was.

Isabella pinched and kissed her tender and soft cheeks, laughing: "You've grown fatter and taller. Do you miss me?"

Rachel blinked her clear eyes and nodded her head.

Looking at the pretty smile on Isabella's face, Luke gradually frowned. With a complicated expression, asking: "Isabella, are you okay these days?"

She'd rejected him a lot times over the past few days, and was much more decisive than before. It wasn't that he couldn't feel it, but he just didn't want to embarrass her or make her any trouble, so he hadn't come.  

However, if he didn't take the initiative, he may never get the chance.

Isabella was happily chatting with Rachel. Hearing that, she looked up at him, her smile fading a bit, while her tone still stayed calm, "No matter how I was before, I'm good now."

"But we're friends, and your father is my teacher as well. I can't just stand by. You don't have to be too courteous with me."

Isabella smiled brightly, "I'm not being courteous. You've already led me two hundred million, and that has been the greatest help to me. If I were to trouble you again, my conscience wouldn't be at ease. Luke, I really owe you so much."

As she said the last sentence, her expression suddenly turned serious.

Luke was startled. Looking at her deeply, he didn't say anything.

As they talked, Canon walked up to her from afar. He first nodded at Luke, then said to her, "Miss Jones, the police wants you to go over and make a statement."

Isabella was startled, "Now?"

"Yes."

Isabella stood up, "Okay, I'll be there now."

Luke frowned, "I'll go with you."

Before Isabella could reply, Canon said, "There's no need to trouble you, Mr. Allen. I'll drive her there."

Looking at him, Luke frowned slightly.

He didn't know this person, but from his demeanour and manner he could tell that Canon was a professional bodyguard.

It was impossible for her to hire a professional bodyguard with her current financial situation. 

Being a little embarrassed, Isabella laughed: "Luke, I can go by myself. I'll trouble you to take care of my father here."

Luke retracted his gaze and nodded: "Okay then. Take care."

After getting changed, Isabella got into the car. Isabella put on some make-up as to make her complexion look better. However, the scar on her neck was still obvious.

Canon drove steadily without a serious expression.

After Isabella finished making up, she became a little more relaxed. She then said, "You've helped a lot these days. Thank you so much."

Canon was startled, and then smiled: "You're so courteous, Miss Jones. I'm just working for my boss."

"Your boss is Christian … Miller?"

Christian said that he was from a security company, and he indeed only did whatever he was told to as a bodyguard. 

As expected, all bodyguards were all cool and talk few. 

"No, my boss is a friend of Mr. Miller, who let me help you here. So I think it's better if you thank Mr. Miller. I'm just an ordinary employee."

Isabella pursed her lips, "Then at least I should thank your boss. I won't thank Christian."