Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 209

He stood at the door watching quietly for a while, then walked closer. He slowly bent over and pressed his lips against her face. He said in a low voice, "I will take care of this matter."

Just now, Steven had called and approximately brief him on the situation. She was respo0nsible for it, but he did not have any intentions of blaming himself or regret, maybe he had thought that way, and was caught a step ahead of schedule. But no matter what he wanted to do, it was under the precondition that he did not hurt her.

The woman opened her eyes and looked at his face that was just inches away from her. She stared at him for more than ten seconds before she finally said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'll deal with it myself. Just leave it to me."

When Christian saw her expression, a wave of dejected emotion gushed out from his heart. It was like the emptiness of being abandoned, like nothing he did could enter her heart. It was as if she had never needed him to be on her own …

That feeling was real … It was both sad and helpless.

But in the end, a hint of compromise flashed through his eyes. He pinched her lower jaw, lowered his head and kissed her lips, from her lips to her face, over and over again.

"Alright, I don't care. If you have any questions, you can tell me." He released her, his chin touching her forehead. He pulled the quilt from his side and covered her body, wrapping it tightly. He said in a low, hoarse voice, "You need to rest. Sleep for a while, huh?"

Isabella looked at him absentmindedly for a while, then let out a soft 'Okay'. She closed her eyes and slightly tilted her head, "You go and do something first, I'll help you lock the door when I leave."

Christian did not speak further, he got up and smoothed the blanket on her body. After looking at it for a while, he walked out and gently closed the door.

He did not leave but picked up the cigarette case and the ignition on the table as he passed through the living room and went out onto the balcony.

He lit up a cigarette, took a puff, and threw it to the side along with the smoke. He looked around with a serious expression, not knowing what to say. After a while, he exhaled a few mouthfuls of smoke, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.

After a second, the line connected and a man's respectful voice sounded, "Sir."

"Canon, find someone to deal with the articles online."

"Well, do we need to find out the person behind it?"

"No need." Christian held the cigarette in his hand and casually flicked the ash on the cigarette.

To have so many similar articles appearing at the same time, she must have bought a lot of water army articles. Without guessing, it was targeted at her alone. She could solve the problem by herself among the group of people around her.

Isabella originally did not want to sleep, it was just that the morning incident had too much of an impact on her, so she did not have the mental energy to care about other things.

She did not know how long she had slept, but her nerves were tense as if she had just woken up from a nightmare. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a minute before turning her head to look at the closed curtains.

Opening the bedroom door, she could smell the fragrance of food wafting over from the direction of the kitchen.

She paused, frowning slightly as she lifted her wrist and looked at her watch.

It was at eleven o'clock. It was actually noon. She seemed to have slept for a long time.

She casually pulled her hair with her fingers and walked towards the kitchen. As she stood at the door, she saw the man busying himself in the kitchen. His slender and good—looking body was wrapped in a light blue apron, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up as he skillfully stir—fried dishes.

She had bought the apron with him at the supermarket.

Isabella quietly looked at him, a little absent—minded, the man's serious expression made her feel that it was unreal.

As soon as he put the dish on the plate, he carried it to the side. The man happened to catch a glimpse of her, but he wasn't frightened by her deathly still figure. His expressionless face softened slightly. "Wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Isabella saw that he did not move, but she was just distracted, as though she had returned to the past, but it was different. The room had more smoke and fire, making people's hearts warm up.