Loveless Marriage

Lunch

Seeing what Rachel was doing, she was surprised: "So this is what you have been working on? Looks

great. Come and have a kiss."

She then lowered her head and gave Rachel a kiss on the forehead before pulling her up, "I'll take you

to lunch."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

It was Minh. Seeing them, he laughed: "Miss Jones, are you guys going for lunch?"

"Yeah." Isabella helped Rachel put on her jacket and stood up to look at him.

Minh pushed open the door and walked in: "Do you need my help?"

Before Isabella could say anything, he had already walked to Rachel, squatted down, forced out a

smile which he thought was very gentle, then said in a flirtatious voice: "Little sweetie, let me take you

to lunch, okay?"

Rachel looked at him indifferently.

Minh embarrassedly smiled and continued to coax her: "I'm Miss Jones' colleague who sits outside.

We've met many times before. I won't hurt you. "

Isabella was so disgusted that goose bumps appeared all over her body. She couldn't help but pat him,

"Enough, I'm almost scared by your vulgar look. Leave her alone."

"..."

Minh pouted his lips and looked at her with an aggrieved expression. His fair and handsome

appearance had the temperament of an idol celebrity.

Seeing this, Isabella laughed, "Let's go. I'm starving to death."

In the morning, in order to avoid Christian, she had just eaten a little under their company. Now she

was really very hungry.

Pregnant women's appetite was really good. She could now eat even more than a man, which made

her quite upset.

Minh looked at Rachel gloomily, then stood up and followed them out.

The other staff also left for lunch.

At this moment, someone shouted at the door, "Which one is Isabella Jones?"

Everyone was taken aback.

Isabella was also stunned. She looked over and saw a man in working uniform carrying a big bag and

walking over, "Hello, I'm looking for Miss Jones."

Everyone then stopped to watch her as they passed by.

Being stared at by everyone, Isabella could only say, "I am."

"Oh, Miss Jones, this is your order."

The man then handed over two large lunch-boxes.

Isabella was dumbstruck, and her expression was extremely stupefied, "Order? I didn't... "

When did she order a takeout?

Seeing she didn't take it, Minh quickly take it over and said, "Have you even forgot that you ordered a

takeout?"

Isabella immediately went back to her senses and laughed dryly, "Em, I forgot... "

At the same time, someone beside her exclaimed out, "Miss Jones, you... and Rachel, can eat that

much?" Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"..."

No wonder who did this. Isabella really wanted to grab Christian and beat him up. Although her appetite

had increased, she could not eat that much. But if it was for all of her colleagues, it was obviously not

enough. Right now, at the peak of the ordering period, she couldn't order some more in a short while.

She stared at the two large bags in Minh's hands and stiffly smiled. As she was quickly pondering how

to reply the question, she heard a voice coming out behind her back.

"You even ordered lunch from the Clouds Restaurant."

Isabella looked up and saw Heather slowly walking over, her eyes were fixated on the bag in Minh's

hands.

Heather looked at her with a faint smile, "They only send meals to their VIP guests. Furthermore, their

lunch boxes and packaging are also quite different, I think... It should be a friend who ordered this for

you, right, Miss Jones? This is not something that an ordinary person can afford."

Isabella's face changed.

She couldn't deny as the logo of the Clouds was right there on the bag. Almost everyone knew it was

an quite expensive restaurant. She had already said that it was ordered by herself, and she would feel

guilty for denying it. But she was only a small manager, and some people would gossip about it if she

ordered such an expensive lunch.

"We ordered it."

Before Isabella could respond, a girl suddenly stood out from behind and said to Heather: "This is all

collected up by our department, and we haven't told her yet. She has been working really hard during

this period of time. Thinking that she fainted probably because she hasn't eaten so well recently, so we

secretly ordered this for her."

As she spoke, she blinked her eyes at her colleagues, then looked towards Heather and smiled, "Miss

Cotton, anything wrong with that?"

Minh raised the bags in his hands and smiled, "You may have never encountered such a situation

before, Miss Cotton. It seems that I should chat more with my Marketing fellows next time, and let them

know that their manager also worked hard too."

Heather's face turned slightly gloomy. She glanced at the group of people in front of her and laughed

coldly, "You should rather spend some time on your work than on flattery."

Then she continued to taunt Isabella, "You're truly capable, Miss Jones. This small department has

really become yours. Unlike mine, they just know how to sing a different tune with me."

Hearing this, everyone's face changed.

They weren't idiots. Heather's words would only make things harder for Isabella.

After being silent for a while, Isabella said in a calm voice, "Miss Cotton, if you want to let your horses

run, you have to feed their grass. Only by being nice to them will they work well. If I kept a straight face

like you every day, my fellows should have been scared away.”

"If you truly think I'm capable, I can tell you my experience some time."

Heather, "..."

After Heather left with a gloomy face, Isabella waved for everyone to enter the office.

Closing the glass door, the girl who talked before immediately patted her chest in fear and said in a

frightened voice, "I was really scared just now. Gosh, that woman is crazy."

The others all praised her. "You're amazing! How can you react so quickly?"

Minh nodded in admiration as well, "Girl, you really won a tough battle just now."

Hearing this, the girl became a bit shy. Then she looked at Isabella, "Miss Jones, I just realised that the

food was probably ordered by Mr. Miller and was afraid that you may be embarrassed, so I said that we

together ordered it... But I haven't expected that Miss Cotton would say such a thing. If Mr. Smith heard

about this, would we be in trouble?"

Hearing this, Isabella felt quite guilty.

Her pregnancy would eventually be exposed no matter of what. Since they were helping her like this

now, she didn't know if they would blame her if they were to know she was pregnant.

With a heavy heart, she smiled and said gratefully: "Thank you for what you did just now. I will take

care of Mr. Smith, so you don't need to worry about that."