Loveless Marriage

Chapter 88 Fever

However, she had forgotten that she was pregnant, who naturally couldn't bear working all day and

even drinking at night.

On their way back, four people sat in a small confined space. Isabella felt dizzy gradually.

Her phone vibrated for a long time but she didn't hear anything. It was only when Minh, who sat in the

back seat, noticed that something was wrong, that he nudged her body, calling: "Miss Jones, Miss

Jones..."

But Isabella didn't responded.

John's face changed, "Has she fallen asleep?"

Minh frowned, who suddenly saying, “Wait, please pull over, sir!"

The driver was also stunned, hurriedly turned on the direction light, and pulled over, "What, what's

going on?"

Without saying a word, Minh immediately got off the car. John was startled, and anxiously leaned

forward to check Isabella, "Miss Jones!"

Minh's handsome face tensed up. He opened the passenger door, and touched her forehead, and then

her wrist, only to realise how burning hot it was.

"Miss Jones!" John was still shouting.

"Stop. She is having a fever!"

"Fever?" John was startled. She looked completely fine in the day, so how could she suddenly... Just

because she had some whiskey at night?

But they had no time to think about the reason. He said anxiously to the taxi driver, “Sir, please send us

to the nearest hospital."

Even now, Isabella's phone was still vibrating. Minh frowned and ignored it. He then sat back to the car,

saying: "Please hurry up, sir!"

"Okay!" The driver then stepped on the accelerator and the car sped off.

Just a few minutes later, the car stopped at a hospital.

Minh immediately opened the car door, carried Isabella and quickly walked into the hospital. John

stunned for a second, who then hurriedly paid the driver and followed them with Isabella’s handbag.

In the corridor, just as John was about to enter the emergency room with Minh and doctor, Isabella's

phone in her bag vibrated again.

As her assistant, it wasn't his first time to answer her phone, so when he saw it was a number without a

note, he picked it up.

...

It was already the morning next day when Isabella woke up.

The redness on her face last night now turned pale due to the digestion of alcohol. She looked as a

different person compared to yesterday. After taking off her loose clothes, she looked rather thinner.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a man wiping her hands with a towel, with his head

lowered. His movements were gentle and slow.

She was touch by his focused look.

Blinking her eyes in a daze for a moment, she suddenly remembered something. Then she looked

around, and abruptly sat up.

This is a hospital?

Why was she in a hospital?

Her babies!

Her face turned pale. Then she hurriedly touched her belly.

"The babies are fine."

Having not noticed that she was woke up, Christian was also shocked a bit, then he reached out to

hold her arm.

His voice was hoarse and sounded very anxious, as if he hadn't been talking for long.

Isabella was still confused. She looked at him, asking, "What, what happened?"

Christian's face instantly darkened. Although he looked gloomy, he didn't get angry at her. He only

coldly said, "Fever."

"Fever?"

Isabella frowned, trying her best to recall what had happened last night. However, she couldn't

remember anything no matter what.

After she left the restaurant last night, she seemed to have returned to the hotel with Minh and John,

and then...

After pressing between her eyebrows, Isabella's face suddenly changed, "Where are they, my

assistants?"

So it was them who sent her to hospital...?

"I let them go back to hotel for now."

"..."

Isabella suddenly became anxious, asking, "Did they recognise you?"

Her words made Christian completely exploded. His face turned cold and his taut jaw line almost broke.

He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and managed to lower his voice, "Isabella, is that you can't

remember you're pregnant until you make yourself miscarry the babies?"

Even at this time, the first thing she was concerned about was whether their relationship was found out

by others.

She was even willing to tell others about her marriage, while her ex-husband became someone that

must be hidden from light..

Last night she had had a lot chances to ask for his help, but she always held on herself. He could

almost guess that if her assistant hadn't answered the phone, she wouldn't mentioned a word of what

had happened to him.

Christian didn't know what he was bothering about, even if he wasn't her husband anymore. Although

he clearly knew her stubbornness and it wasn't her fault last night, he still felt quite annoyed.

"I..." Although Christian didn't use harsh words, his cold and gloomy expression still scared Isabella

that she almost couldn't speak.

After all, it was indeed her fault. If something happened to her babies, she would definitely not forgive

herself.

But she just didn't understand why he was so angry?

Because he was cared about her?

Or because they had almost lost their babies.

She remained silent for a long time, then apologised, "I was careless, sorry." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

After all, he was her babies' father, so there was nothing wrong for him to care about his own children.

He had his reason to be mad at her careless action.

Christian's pupils shrank a bit, as if he hadn't expected that she would apologise. Then he instantly

calmed down. What he originally wanted to say were all stuck in his throat, and now he could only stare

at her silently.

Suddenly, The atmosphere became eerily quiet.

Isabella felt extremely guilty being staring at him, but she didn't want to argue with him anymore. So

she swallowed her saliva and said lightly: "Um... I'm hungry."

Christian stayed still, as though he was still a bit angry, whose handsome face looked gloomy.

Isabella: "..."

She had already admitted that it was her fault and she even apologised, what else did he want to do? It

was just an accident, and she even didn't know what had happened.

She was still fine during the day yesterday, when she hadn't caught a cold or even coughed, and she

only had one glass of whiskey at night. Suddenly, a feeling of grievance sprang from Isabella's heart as

she thought about it.