Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 125

Tristan stayed in the hospital for half a month before returning home. Although he could only stay on bed, his mind was already clear.

After all, he was still serving his sentence, so the police would go to their apartment and check his illness regularly. With Diana taking care of him at home, Isabella felt at ease while she was working in the company.

Late at night, Isabella parked her car in the parking lot and walked towards her apartment after work.

The light from the street lamp was dim, and her footsteps were neither fast nor slow.

As she walked into the building, she saw that the voice-activated light wasn't on yet and everything was pitch-black. Just as she was about to shout out, a voice sounded, "You're back."

"Ah!"

Isabella cried out softly in fear.

The lights suddenly turned on. Seeing the man leaning against the elevator, she was stunned for a moment, then scolded, "You, are you trying to be a ghost here? You almost scared me to death! "

"Sorry, the lights went out." Under the light, the handsome man smiled lightly when he saw her. 

Isabella really wanted to hit him.

She took a deep breath and pressed the elevator button. Looking at him, he said, "Why are you back today?”

Tomorrow would be Saturday, and he still came back once a week as he had promised before. 

"I got some free time, so I'm back." What Christian said without any change in his tone. 

Glancing at him, Isabella didn't speak anymore. In the past half month, he had returned once, but at that time she ignored him. This time he came over again. Should she continue to ignore him?

"Why are you so late?" He'd been waiting here for long. If it wasn't because he didn't wanted to tell her in advance, he would have already called her. 

The elevator door opened and Isabella walked in. She then said indifferently, "I had a dinner with Mr. Simons."

Upon hearing that, Christian's eyes dimmed, "He invited you?"

Isabella pressed the button on the floor of where she lived, explaining in a bland voice, "No, he's going back to London tomorrow, so Mr. Smith treated him to this dinner, and he also brought me along."

Christian's gaze regained its serenity as muttered, "That's right. He should go back to London."

Isabella didn't hear him clearly, "Em? What did you just say? "

"Nothing. He probably has some other things to handle. From now on, you can be at ease and focus on the cooperation between Benton and Polygon."

The elevator stopped with a ding.

Isabella stood there without moving. Frowning, she looked at him with a very doubtful gaze, "Why do you seem to know something? Why did he suddenly return to London?"

Christian grabbed her shoulders and hugged her as they walked out, then said calmly: "His headquarters isn't here. Do you even expect him to stay here until Christmas?"

Isabella still didn't notice anything. She walked along with him, with her mind only focused on Shawn's matter. She turned her head with a strange look on her face, asking: "But he's been here for a month, while he seemed not to have done anything. The cooperation with Benton hasn't started either. Why did he suddenly go back?"