Luke withdrew his gaze from Isabella and smiled faintly, "What do you need to tell me, Mr. Miller?"
Christian passed a piece of paper to him, "I've already booked a hotel for you. After you two get off the plane, there will be someone pick you up at the airport. This is the number of the driver."
Luke laughed involuntarily, "I accept you kindness, Mr. Miller, but I still have the money to pay for a hotel. You've already exempted the doctor's fee, so I owe you a big favour. After we return, I will definitely treat you a meal."
Christian glanced the bedroom and smiled, "You know I didn't meant to help you. I'll do it whether you accept it or not."
Luke's eyes flashed. He shook his head with a deeper smile and took the paper, "You're really considerate, Mr. Miller. If I wasn't standing in my position, I would definitely hope you to succeed."
Hearing this, Christian smiled faintly.
After Isabella came out from her bedroom, Luke had already left. She frowned in displeasure, "Why didn't you tell me when he left?"
Christian glanced at her coldly, then turned around and walked out, "Haven't you talked to him just now? He will come back anyway."
"…"
Isabella stared at his back, speechlessly.
She then went out with him.
Downstairs, she stared at the unassuming car in front of her, frowning. "When are you going back to Leeds?" She asked.
Wasn't he even busy? He had been back for a few days, but there was no sign of him going back.
"Tomorrow." Christian opened the passenger door and looked at her expressionlessly.
"…"
Alright, last time.
Gritting her teeth, she got into the car.
But this time, Christian didn't even look at her all the way until they arrived at the company. He even didn't say a word.
For some reason, Isabella felt that he was angry, but she had no idea why. His expression had been strange since he showed up in her apartment.
Of course, she wouldn't irritate him at this time. However, as soon as the car was about to arrive between the two company buildings, she shouted, "Stop, stop! I'll get off here!"
Christian's face immediately turned gloomy, but he still stepped on the brake.
There was only a heavy sense of suffocation on the car.
Isabella carefully looked at him, and said awkwardly: "So... I get off now. Thank you for sending me."
She undid her seat belt, stood up and was about to push open the door when a sudden force from her waist pulled her back.
The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it still frightened Isabella.
Before she could react, the back of her head was clamped shut, followed by a warm gag.
Isabella, "..."
It could no longer be considered a kiss, neither gentle nor rough, but it was certain that he was biting her.
He seemed to be venting his anger.
He was indeed angry, but for no reason at all.
In such a narrow space, Isabella didn't struggle. Not until she felt some pain did she frown.
Christian finally let go of her. No anger could be seen on his face now, as if nothing had happened.
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