Christian rolled up his sleeves, revealing his skinny arms, "I'll cook tonight."

"Apron." Isabella took the apron hanging on the shelf and unfolded it. She wanted to put it on him:" It can protect your white shirt from oil slashing."

Christian glanced at her, then turned around. She put on the apron for him quickly.

She bought the apron a size larger because both of them needed to do the housework. Christian looks rather comical in it although he was tall.

Isabella didn’t leave, just leaning on the door and looking at his figure. With his good manners and education, Christian was particularly eye-catching even when he was cooking. "Hum, why did you come back today?"

Although the two reached a consensus that he would have to go home every Sunday unless he was on a business trip, Isabella thought that he may not have come home today as he already had yesterday.

“It’s Sunday today.” He was busy washing the vegetables without turning his head.

"Oh." Her eyes turned dimmed.

As expected, if it wasn't for the contract, he wouldn't have come back for even his own apartment, right?

"Did you call me this morning?" Christian asked and explain incidentally: "The assistant answered it and told me. I realised that it was you after checking my phone."

Assistant?

Why would an assistant call her boss as intimate as "Christ"?

"I just want to ask if you're coming back." Isabella still did not ask why didn’t he save her number. Since his explanation had made she feel uncomfortable, she turned around and went to the living room.

Isabella browsed Instagram for a while out of boredom, then she felt upset and couldn't help but open Google.

When she came back to her senses, she found what she searched was " Why didn’t my husband save my number ", or " The assistant called my husband intimately " and so on.

She couldn't help but click on the lists of replies. 'Your husband is cheating, and you should be careful’, ’Check your husband's phone to collect evidence for divorce, so that you can get a bit more money at least’. She smiled with an acerbic feeling.

At this time, Christian came out with dishes, Saying: "Come and eat."

"Okay." Isabella turned off her phone hurriedly.

They had always been eating in silence. She looked over Christian frequently. Her eyes revealed a mixture of feelings, but she said nothing.

After dinner, he washed the dishes and returned to his bedroom.

He should be very busy recently, as he went to bed after taking a shower. When Isabella returned with a mask on her face, he was already asleep with turning back on her. Isabella felt like they were separated by a mountain.

Isabella stared at his phone on the bedside table. After standing there for a long time, she finally could not hold back herself and tookj it quietly.

She knew the password as she had taken photos with his phone.

After entering the password, Isabella browsed through it casually. There was nothing but some business mails which she did not understand. What made her stopped breathing was the message

There was a text message of just a few words, which read: [Christian, thank you for today. I will treat you to a good meal when you have time.]

Lexie?

Was it the assistant's name? Or another woman?

Isabella wasn’t sure her feeling by seeing this message. If it’s not an important message, he would have deleted it already. She turned off the phone and put it back on the bedside table.

Seeing his broad back, Isabella couldn't help but to hug around his waist.

Next second, her hands were gently pulled out. The man even moved a bit to his side, intentionally making a distance from her.

Isabella was acerbic by that.

Last night he was like endlessly f*cking her like a wolk, while today she cannot even get a hug?

Was there nothing between them except for the marriage certificate and his sex needs? 

Isabella thought that maybe she would ask for a divorce after she solved her father's issue. 

She was too tired to wait for 4 years.