Loveless Marriage

This Are My Wife And Kids

" You said his wife's family was Green?" Isabella suddenly recalled the very refined woman that she

had met at the company that morning. Although she looked a bit cold, Isabella was still rather grateful

as she helped her from falling.

"Hum, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Isabella shook her head, looking at his deep handsome face, and asked, "Then why did

Simons suddenly decide to cooperate with Benton?"

From the moment she found out about Shawn's motive, she didn't believe that he thought highly of

Benton. However, after talking to Christian for a while last night, Shawn suddenly changed his attitude,

which made her feel a little curious.

Christian smiled, "There's no need for him to hide it anymore. He knows the relationship between you

and me. Although he doesn't like Benton, but as long as you stay in that company, you're inside his

sight, which will be beneficial for him."

Isabella was startled, then frowned, "Why is this man so abnormal? He even used such despicable

methods to compete in business. He wouldn't even let a pregnant woman go. "

Although she didn't treat him as a gentleman the first time she saw him, he was a hypocrite in her

opinion now, with a knife hidden in his smile.

Christian patted her head, his voice low and steady, "You don't have to worry, I won't be unable to

protect my wife and children."

Isabella's heart jumped. This seemed to be the first time he said it … Protect her.

Although it was just a casual comment. It was indeed very different.

Gently biting her lower lip, she pushed him away, pouting coquettishly, "Who's your wife? If you think

too much, I don't need you to protect me."

She wasn't stupid. Since she knew Simons' goal, she definitely wouldn't be stupid enough to jump in

his trick.

Christian's eyes were deep and serene. He understood that some matters had yet to be settled. He

didn't continue arguing and instead went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.

Isabella looked at his suddenly silent figure, her lips slowly pursed.

The next day, Christian went out to deal with some work. Early in the morning, Isabella brought Minh

and John to Fantasy to get the materials.

However, the moment they entered the company building, they were immediately stared by everyone. It

was just the lobby on the first floor, but there were already tens of pairs of eyes looking at them. No, to

be more precise, they were staring at Isabella in a very strange way.

At first, Isabella did not pay much attention to this, but after she left, she walked into the corridor and

couldn't help herself anymore. She frowned as she looked at two people pointing at her, "Are they

looking at me?" She asked.

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Minh immediately nodded, his expression did not seem to be anything strange.

Isabella's gaze stayed on his face, "Do you know why?"

"Because of they saw Mr. Simons chased you in lobby yesterday, and he also treated you on dinner at

night. It has already spread across Fantasy. After all, their president is young and ambitious, handsome

and gentle, and the most important thing is that no woman has appeared beside them, so of course

they will remember you."

Isabella was startled, and her face revealed a baffled look, "He didn't say anything strange when he

chased me back yesterday. Also, there were only us at the dinner last night. How people get to know

it? Is there a paparazzi? "

Such a large company had no idea that their CEO was already married. As expected, people like him

liked to get married secretly.

She suddenly thought of Sarah from yesterday. Was that cold and aloof woman's heart as emotionless

as she appeared on the surface?

Minh smirked and said, "If you don't even know how many women your boss has, can you still be

considered a good employee?"

"…" Although it was a little exaggerated, Isabella still couldn't refute him.

John was also amused and asked curiously, "I don't know how many women Mr. Smith has, but aren't I

good a employee?"

"How many? Mr. Smith only has one wife. Don't listen to his nonsense." Isabella immediately

interrupted his question.

Did he still treat her as his superior that he openly discussed the personal matters of Mr. Smith? Had

she been too kind to them?

"Let's go. We should finish this earlier and go back earlier." She didn't want to be here for a moment.

The three of them sat in the elevator and walked to the twelfth floor. When they walked out of the

elevator, Isabella waved her hand and instructed them, "The two of you go first. I'll go to the

washroom."

"Oh, okay."

After the sound of splashing water, Isabella pushed the door open and washed her hands. Then a stall

door opened behind her. A woman came out and walked to the sink to wash hands.

Seeing Isabella, she slowly squinted her eyes, turned her head and said, "It's you?"

Isabella was startled, and only then did she notice the person beside her. Her hands that were holding

onto her dark hair halted, and when she turned to look, her small white face suddenly stiffened, " Mrs.

Garcia."

The woman, in her thirties with a delicate face, was the manager in the meeting room who had scolded

her for her coffee. At that time, she had never thought that they would meet for a second time in such a

big company, so she pretended to be one of Fantasy's employees.

No, wait! Room 1206?

Isn't this the twelfth floor?

Isabella looked around and suddenly had the urge to touch her forehead.

"That... Mrs. Garcia, I still have things to do, so I have to go. "

With a forced smile, she was about to leave.

"Wait!" The woman's arrogant voice sounded, blocking her way.

Just as Isabella thought she had something to say, she suddenly took out her phone and opened it.

She glanced at her and then looked at her phone, "you are Jones?"

Isabella's face changed, she leaned forward, tilted her head and glanced, and her eyes instantly

became cold, Where did you get this picture from?

When she wanted to look again, Mrs. Garcia immediately put away her phone and glanced at her up

and down. His eyes were filled with disdain as she said slowly, "It's passed down in the company. I

thought it was some big shot."

Isabella frowned, an image appeared in her mind.

Yesterday, she was scalded by water in Executive Office. Shawn sat on the sofa and held her wrist.

He slightly lowered his head and looked from afar. He was very close to her. The ambiguous image and

her love couldn't be hidden at all.

At that time, it was only the two of them, and who would dare to approach that office?

No wonder everyone in the company had recognized her at a glance this morning. No matter how good

her eyesight was, she had only stayed on the first floor for the longest time yesterday.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Isabella's eyes became colder and colder.

Without a word, she suddenly walked around her and headed outside.

Mrs. Garcia was stunned. She wanted to mock her for a bit, but before she could say anything, the

woman had already left without a care for her. Her face immediately flushed red with anger.

"You, you …"