Loveless Marriage
Chapter 4 Assistant

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

"Here, put on the apron." Isabella took the apron that was hanging on the rack and went to put it on for him. "It'll protect your white shirt from oil splatter" Christian glanced at her, then turned around. She quickly put the apron on for him.

Because they had agreed to split the chores, she had bought an apron that was one size larger. Although Christian was tall, he still looked comical in it.

"Isabella didn't leave either. She just leaned against the doorframe and watched him. With his good upbringing, Christian was particularly eye-catching even when he was cooking. "Um, why did you come home today?"

When they had gotten married, they had agreed that Christian had to come home every Sunday unless he was on a business trip. Isabella had assumed that he wouldn't come home today because he already had yesterday.

"Today is Sunday," he said without turning his head. He focused on washing the vegetables.

"Oh." Isabella's eyes dimmed.

As expected, if it wasn't for the contract, he wouldn't have returned, even though it was his apartment.

"Why did you call me this morning?" Christian asked. He then explained, "My assistant told me someone had called looking for me. I only realized that it was you after checking my phone."

Assistant?

Would an assistant really address her boss by an intimate nickname like "Chris"?

"I just wanted to ask if you were coming home today." Isabella still did not ask why he hadn't saved her number. His explanation made her feel uneasy, so she turned around and went to the living room. Out of boredom, Isabella scrolled through Instagram. After a while, she felt agitated and couldn't help but open Google.

Once she came back to her senses, she realized that she had searched things like "why didn't my husband save my number" and "my husband's assistant addresses him intimately".

She couldn't stop herself from clicking on the search results. The answers she saw included "Be careful, your husband is cheating" and "Quickly collect evidence from his phone so that you get more money in the divorce". She smiled bitterly.

At that moment, Christian walked out of the kitchen with the food. He called out to her, "Come and eat."

"Okay." Isabella hurriedly turned off her phone.

They ate in silence as usual. Isabella kept looking at Christian with a complicated expression, but she didn't say anything.

After dinner, Christian washed the dishes and returned to the bedroom.

He must be very busy with work recently; he went straight to bed after taking a shower. When Isabella returned with a mask on her face, he was already asleep with his back turned to her. Isabella felt as if there was a huge mountain separating them.

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

She had used his phone to take photos before, so she knew his password.

After unlocking his phone, she browsed through it. She didn't replace much besides work emails that she could not understand, but when she opened his text messages, she stopped breathing. There was a short text message that read, "Chris, thank you for today. I will treat you to a nice meal next time."

Lexie?

Was Lexie his assistant, or another woman?

Isabella did not know how to feel about seeing that text message. If it wasn't an important message, Christian would have deleted it already. She turned off the phone and put it back on the bedside table. Looking at his broad back, she couldn't stop herself from wrapping an arm around his waist.

Instantly, Christian gently removed her arms and even moved away, intentionally putting distance between them.

Isabella's heart clenched.

Yesterday, he had ravished her all night, but today, he wouldn't even let her hold him for a while.

Was there nothing between them except for the marriage certificate and his s*xual needs?

Maybe she'd ask for a divorce once she solved her father's problem.

She was too tired to wait for one more year.000