"Of course, if you haven't taken any money, I can pay you first." He then put the clothes into her arms. Without even blinking his eyes, as he said, "Go and change. I'll help you take another look."
Isabella didn't moved. Her eyes gradually grew cold as she looked at him, as if she was brewing some sort of emotion.
Christian then said indifferently: "If you still want to work, then listen to me. I don't think Mr. Smith would need a pregnant woman as his subordinate, wouldn't he?"
Isabella's face instantly darkened, whose aura became heavy.
He was threatening her!
But he was right. Although her company would pay maternity leave, it was only the base salary. Her family couldn't hold on for long due to her current situation without the bonus and the project commission.
Moreover, considering the workplace competition, if she left, there must be someone replacing her at any time.
She definitely couldn't lose her job now. After all, she still remembered what Diana had said at the hospital.
"Christian, if you let me lose my job, I'll kill you with my children."
Even though she said so, she still obediently went to the fitting room.
Without saying a word, Christian continued to choose clothes for her.
"Pack all these up."
"Sure, wait a moment." Looked at the handsome man in front of her, the saleswoman blushed a bit.
Isabella got changed and came out of the fitting room. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but admit that it indeed looked more fashionable and tasteful than the bargains she had bought.
Before her father got arrested, she also liked to buy such clothes. With her own salary, she could afford quite a few famous brands. Of course, at that time she also wanted to dress herself pretty when she was with him, but he probably didn't even notice about it.
Then she saw the boxes the saleswoman had packed and asked, "These are all mine?"
Christian agreed as he sized her up.
"I still have a lot of clothes at my house, so I'll just need one or two." In front of the sales, she didn't want to embarrass herself, so she tried not to get angry.
"Since we've came, we should buy enough. I won't have so much time in the future" Christian naturally took her wallet and handed over a credit card.
Isabella was startled, then she wanted to grab the card, "But I'll have time."
What did it matter if he had time or not? With so many clothes, she may be bankrupt.
Christian easily dodged her and gave the card to the sales, "You'd better not come alone. If you need anything, buy online."
Isabella's face turned ugly. Before she could refute him, she heard the sales said with envy, "Madam, your husband is not only handsome, but also considerate."
"You've misunderstood. He's my brother." Did it called considerate to swipe her card?
Brother?
The saleswoman was embarrassed by her words. She laughed then dryly.
Christian's face instantly became a little awkward, but he didn't display it too overtly. After all, brother sounded more comfortable than ex-husband.
Then the saleswoman politely sent them off after she paid the bill. Isabella felt upset when she walked out.
She had just lost a month's wages.
But Christian didn't seem to see her expression at all. He then pulled her to a shoe store.
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