Seeing him, Isabella was a bit surprised. In the past, he went home merely a few times a month, but she saw him quite often these days. This time he even sent her to the hospital, which was really like a dream.
Upon hearing this, Isabella did not say anything but turned away.
Christian sighed. Then he pulled a chair and sat down, opening the hot porridge. His voice sounded commanding: "From now on, quit smoking."
Isabella sneered, then said with sullenness: "Who the hell do you think you are? "
"Isabella, don’t be a child." He said indifferently, then he blew the porridge and held it to her lips: "I added some sugar. You should love it. Take a bite."
"Take it away. I don’t want it!" With a bad tone, Isabella turned her body even further.
He looked considerate, remembering clearly what she liked to eat. Why did they have such a hard marriage?
Furthermore, she wasn't a child, and nor was she childish!
Christian frowned as he saw the girl being so stubborn. He ate the porridge, squeezed her lips and kissed up, feeding the porridge to her.
"Ugh!" Isabella resisted by punching his chest with all her strength but Christian pressed on her body. His deep kisses almost made Isabella breathless.
After feeding her like this a few times, the porridge bowl bottomed out. Isabella also quieted down, who stared at him viciously, as if he was the greatest criminal.
Christian rubbed her tender lips with his fingers.
It was soft and light pink, and just by kissing it he got sexual impulse. But she was ill and they were in hospital, so he had to suppress his inner desire.
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