Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 132

Seeing her helpless struggling in his embrace, Christian lowered his head and was about to kiss her again.

Isabella subconsciously turned her face away, then Christian's lips naturally fell on her cheek.

"Christian, that's so enough. Who gave the right to decide everything? Have you considered my feelings? "

She stared at him angrily. 

She didn't know what she was annoyed about either, but she just felt upset. She'd been dying for his love for long, now she finally heard him say so, even if it was taught by someone else. This should be a happy thing. However, he still only knew about himself, not her. 

Before he didn't care, so he ignored her for three years. Now he was into her, he tried his best to get her. Had he ever thought if she was unwilling to it? Did he even want to force her to be with him?

What the hell did he understand?

Calmly looking at her, Christian reached out his hands to gently wipe the tears on her cheek, then he said: "Don't cry. I'm just telling you what was on my mind. You have the right to refuse me."

Pausing for a moment, Christian gently lifted her face and said, "When we were divorced, you asked me whether I had even loved you? If I said yes, would you still get divorce? "

Isabella's expression froze. She didn't speak for a long while, as though she was in a daze.

After a while, Christian called out with a frown, "Isabella."

Isabella's moist eyelashes trembled. As she'd cried, her nose and cheeks looked a bit red, and her voice sounded a little choking, but she still mocked. "You reacted pretty fast. Even if I say that I wouldn't have divorced you, could you confirm that I truly love you? Do you think this test is interesting? To be fair, even if you answered 'yes' at that time, Do you think I could really trust you? Should I believe what I've felt in the past three years, or the word came out of your mouth? "

Christian pursed his lips and pulled her deeper into his embrace. His chin was pressed against her forehead as he said solemnly: "Whichever one you believe, it will never happen again."

This was his promise. He would be very patient to her in the future. 

Isabella was startled for a few seconds, then she frowned, thinking that she loved him so much, but now she suddenly became timid. This mature and calm man who wasn't romantic at all seemed not to understand her words at all, not knowing if he was deliberate.  

But she no longer had any strength to argue with him. After calming down, she patted his arm and said coldly: "Go get change your wet clothes."

Christian immediately released her, stood up and said, "Rest for a while. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."

Isabella laid down and turned her back at him. 

After tucking in the quilt, he then walked out.

Hearing the door closed, Isabella gently turned around. Looking at the ceiling, she felt a sense of unspeakable sadness.

Did she want too much?

After Christian went out, he pondered at the roadside for a while, then habitually wanted to take out a cigarette, but only then did he remember that his cigarette was still in the car. A few seconds later, he gave Adrian a call. 

"What's wrong?" Adrian's lazy voice came out.

"I told her." Christian tugged at his collar, saying without any expression on his handsome face. 

"…"

Adrian went silent for a few seconds, then playfully laughed: "Told her? Did she slap you?"

Christian kept one hand in his pocket, watching the rain outside, standing straight, and said indifferently: "No, but she looks unhappy."