Loveless Marriage

Narrow-Minded

After ordering, he returned the menu back to the waiter and poured her a cup of warm water, asking: "I

was on a business trip two days ago and made an appointment with a specialist friend for children's

autism. You can tell Luke later."

Isabella was surprised that he would even be concerned about Rachel's issue, "Thank you, I'll tell him

later."

Lowering his head to look at the patterns on the table, Christian then said calmly: "I'll send you the

detailed information about the specialist, or else Mr. Allen won't believe me. After all, he has seen quite

a few experts this year, and is now even counting on you."

He spoke quite slowly and his voice was very low, giving off an illusion of gentleness.

At the beginning, Isabella was still grateful, but his last sentence suddenly made her feel something

was amiss.

It made her feel that he wasn't actually doing this for Rachel, but rather because he didn't want this

child to stay with her all day.

She explained with a frown: "It was my idea that she stays with my for a while, and at the very

beginning Luke didn't agree. I was the one who insisted on it, and now that you're having a hard time

with a little girl. Can you just be more narrow-minded?"

"How generous you expect me to be in face with Mr. Allen?" Christian didn't deny it at all. His attitude

was very clear and open as he looked at her with shining eyes.

Isabella anxiously avoided eye contact and spoke incoherently: "He isn't as narrow-minded as you."

"That's because he isn't that into you. Furthermore, it's wasting time to keep that child with your. She

should try some professional doctor.

Isabella stared at him for a while.

She didn’t care whether Luke was into her. But what Christian said made sense, as the method she

thought of before was only an attempt and would indeed waste time. If there was a chance, a doctor

would be the best.

"Text me his contact details later." She said.

Christian smiled, "Mr. Allen can just contact me if he wants to see the specialist."

Isabella, "..."

You stinking man.

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The dishes were served.

Isabella lowered her head and scanned the food. Fried egg, chowder soup...

Why are they all dishes for pregnant women?

She frowned and looked at him suspiciously. "Do I need you to save money for me when I'm treating?"

Christian smiled, gave her a bowl of soup, and said lightly: "Your mom said your appetite hasn't been

very good recently."

"My mom said? You came to my mom again? Christian, don't be so insatiable." Isabella coldly said.

"It's just that when I send you home this morning, I asked her about it. She said that you were too busy

and didn't come back at noon, so she couldn't adjust your diet."

Speaking till here, Isabella's face suddenly changed slightly.

Pausing for a moment, Christian looked at her with concerned eyes, "What's going on?"

Isabella went back senses instantly and lowered her head to eat, "I'm okay."

After a long while, she asked, "Have you figured out who drugged me that last night?"

"Jafari Hand. He didn't deny anything at all. He admitted it straightforwardly when I asked him."

"Admitted it straightforwardly? But why? You haven't found any evidence yet. How did he admit to it so

quickly? Isn't he afraid of his reputation being ruined and spending his whole life in jail? "

Hearing this, Christian said indifferently, "Yeah I'm also puzzled, so I'll send someone to investigate it

continuously.

"So what did you do to him ?"

There seemed to be no suspense for the criminal, but Isabella still felt it weird.

"He's in jail now." Christian said.

"You really sent him to jail? If it was public, wouldn't Polygon Group be affected?" Isabella asked in

shock.

She was, after all, the manager of a large company, so if the company was affected, it would mean a

loss of money, and definitely not a small amount.