At midnight, Isabella was like immersing in dreaming. The man's heavy body pressed her, which was so burning-hot that she couldn't help but huddled. 

And next second, he bended down, inserted, and envaded...

 "Oh" the pain made Isabella open her eyes.

She realized that it was not a dream.

The man, who used to come back only once a week was now pressing down on her. Shined by the warm yellow lights, the flesh texture was very clear on his naked upper body, and his arms were slender. He looked extremely aesthetic in this way.

Isabella was in a daze. 

Isn't today Saturday? So why did he come back?

 "You're awake?" the man's voice was deep but cold. Seeing Isabella staring at him in a daze, he didn't stop but stricked so hard, then leaned over and kissed her. 

For him, having sex seemed not about love but just routine.

The next day, Isabella was woken up by the sound of cars downstairs.

She sat up in bed with her arms around the covers and stunned for about ten seconds. Hearing something from the kitchen, she ran out of the room and saw a slender man cooking in the kitchen.

The man in casual clothes had a slim waist and long legs. He looked thin, but he wasn't weak when he did that last night...

Associating the man's body with the sex last night, Isabella blushed, feeling a little awkward.

What on earth was she thinking about in the morning!

After finishing cooking, Christian came out and saw Isabella still wearing in her nightgown. “Change it”, he said with a frown.

"Oh, okay." She looked down at herself. It was a silk nightdress with her arms and thighs uncovered. Her nipples can even be seen clearly without wearing underwear. She was so blushed that immediately rushed to her bedroom. 

After she had washed up, Christian already started to eat breakfast at the dining table. Isabella came and sat opposite to him.

Christian's sandwich and fried eggs looked delicious and smelled fantastic as well, and Isabella ate them in small bites. Neither of them talked, and all they could only hear was only the sound of knives and forks on the table.

Isabella had already got used to such kind of life.

After breakfast, Isabella held the plate to the kitchen but kicked the door by accident when she came out. The pain made her suck in a draught of cold air.

Seeing that, Christian took the bandage from the cupboard and passed it to her.

"Thank you." Isabella knew that he was always cold, but there was still an indescribable feeling in her heart.

If a woman were injured, their husbands would be concerned to ask whether they were okay and squat down check out the situation. Christian and her are like an exception, as if they were two strangers living together.

Without saying anything, Christian just turned around and put his jacket on.

It must be admitted that some men were naturally made for suits, especially for slender figure like Christian.

"Remember to wash the dishes after you finish. Don't leave them in the sink." By the time, Christian had already worn his leather shoes.

Just before Isabella wanted to say something, all she could hear was the sound of door closing.

Isabella kept squatting there. Christian's former behaviour made her feel sad, but now she was like being invaded by chill, feeling nothing but biting coldness. 

She knew that the reason Christian married herself was just because he was forced by his father, not true love.

She was even required to sign contracts with him when they got married, not just premarital, but afterital as well.

Such as spliting the cost of living, no children for four years and divorcing once the four years are up...

Isabella signed all the contracts, and she naively thought she could warm his cold heart.