Chapter 104 Must Be Punished for Not Understanding
However, what Isabella hasn't grasped yet is why Sebastian, who likes Lynda so much, doesn't just marry her directly?
Sebastian says that whoever he marries, the Lawrence family will accept and welcome, except for Lynda.
Could it be that the Lawrence family disapproves? But Sebastian doesn't seem like someone who would compromise under family pressure!
Could it be that Lynda doesn't want to marry? But that seems unlikely.
Why is it, exactly...
While pondering, footsteps could be heard from the entrance.
Isabella looked up and saw Sebastian walking in.
He had already changed into a suit, clean and neat, without a single crease, and his shoes still shining.
It's hard to believe he spent the night away from home without a trace of disarray.
Sebastian walked in, glanced at her, and sat down in his usual spot.
Silence, just silence.
Isabella treated him like air and ignored him completely.
Whoever speaks first loses!
The butler and other servants were frightened by the heavy atmosphere and didn't have the nerve to speak.
Even their footsteps became lighter.
Sebastian stirred the porridge in his bowl with a spoon and calmly asked, "Don't you have anything to ask?"
Silence, still silence.
His face darkened slightly, “Isabella.”
"Oh, you're talking to me," Isabella took a bite of the spring roll, "I thought you were talking to someone else, vague and unspecified."
Sebastian’s expression grew even more unpleasant.
But Isabella remained unmoved.
His voice turned cold, "Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
"Who would dare? Why would I have the audacity to pick a fight with you? That would be overestimating myself," Isabella replied, "I'm not like Lynda, who you pamper and dote on. I don't have that privilege."
Lynda!
The butler's eyes flickered for a moment but quickly returned to normal. However, he was secretly surprised.
Miss Lynda has returned, unexpectedly!
Isabella picked up another shrimp dumpling, "Besides, what do you want me to ask you? Why didn’t you return home all night? Where you went? Who Lynda is? What you plan to do?"
"You didn't ask anything."
"Because I already know you won't answer," Isabella smiled, "So, let's not waste time and oxygen."
Sebastian turned his head and looked at her, "If you didn't ask, how do you know I won't answer?"
"I don't want to ask, I already know the answers," Isabella shrugged, "You spent the night with Lynda, either in a hotel or in your love nest. As for who Lynda is, seeing how well you treat her, even I can figure that out with my eyes closed."
She put her chopsticks down and met Sebastian's gaze, "An old flame. Am I right?"
After speaking, she felt that her words were not cautious enough.
"No, no, Lynda can't be considered an old love when you have no new love interest..."
Sebastian looked at her with a deep gaze. "Isabella, you're more understanding than I imagined."
"If I'm not understanding, I'll be punished. I don't want to be thrown into Souther Mansion by you again."
Her gentle, peaceful, and calm attitude, without a fuss or questions, made Sebastian even more frustrated.
Deep down, he actually wished she would make a fuss.
How could a wife remain so calm when her husband spent a night with another woman?
But Sebastian forgot that his marriage with Isabella couldn't be treated with an ordinary attitude.
Maybe noticing Sebastian's displeasure, Isabella smiled. "What's wrong? Are you upset because I didn't ask, and you feel that as a man, you have no sense of accomplishment?"
He averted his gaze, remaining silent, but the atmosphere turned colder.
"Then let me ask you something," Isabella pondered. "I suppose I understand that you married me because of Lynda. So why didn't you mention Lynda's existence to me earlier?"
"What difference would it have made if I did?"
"I wouldn't have been so surprised when I saw her. I wouldn't have disturbed your intimacy with her, nor approached her with suspicion and hostility..."
Sebastian asked, "You have hostility towards her?"
"The first time I saw her, yes, I did. After all, it was quite shocking to push the door to your office open and witness such a scene," Isabella replied. "But now that I understand, I won't be impulsive anymore."
"Should I praise Mrs. Lawrence for being reasonable then?"
"You can praise her, and I also believe I've become more sensible than before."
Suddenly, Sebastian forcefully threw the spoon in his hand.
The spoon landed in the porridge, causing hot splatters to fly out.
The butler and servants were startled but quickly approached to remove the porridge and clean the table, all in silence.
Isabella frowned. "Why are you getting angry for no reason... I didn't provoke you. I just had one question, why didn't you tell me beforehand that you had feelings for another woman?"
"You didn't ask."
"..." Isabella was speechless. "Fine, let's just pretend I didn't ask now. Let's eat."
This man's thoughts were deeper than the sea, impossible to guess casually.
Getting angry when asked, getting angry even when not asked.
In any case... he just wanted to get angry.
Watching Isabella continue to eat breakfast as if nothing happened, even enjoying it, the nameless anger in Sebastian's heart burned even stronger.
He pushed his chair back and walked out in big strides.
His tall figure exuded an aura that screamed "difficult to mess with."
The butler watched Sebastian leave and then looked at Isabella, muttering softly, "Madam, how can you still have an appetite..."
"If I don't eat, I'll starve to death. I don't want to die," Isabella replied, continuing to eat.
"Moreover, what is there that we can't eat? The sky hasn't fallen yet," Isabella replied.
"Mr. Lawrence hasn't returned all night, you should show some concern. Ask him, maybe his anger will subside," the butler suggested.
"He just spent the night with Lynda, what is there to ask about?" Isabella blew on the porridge in her spoon.
The butler remained silent.
"I did ask, but he would only get angry. Oh, butler," Isabella said, wiping her mouth with a tissue.
"But Mr. Lawrence acted that way because he wanted you to care more about him," the butler sighed.
"I've already been obedient enough." Isabella dabbed her mouth and continued, "But, butler, you've kept it hidden so well."
The butler lowered his head. "Madam... Mr. Lawrence's private matters... it’s not our place to discuss them casually."
"Yes, I'm the only person in the whole world who didn't know who Lynda was. She had come to me, and I was clueless," Isabella chuckled. "I must seem foolish, right?"
Isabella got up and left the dining room.
She planned to tidy up some things in the master bedroom before going to the company.
However, when she pushed the door to the master bedroom open, unexpectedly, Sebastian was also inside.
He had just walked out of the walk-in closet, holding a tie in his hand and a frown on his face.
Isabella glanced at him, then lightly withdrew her gaze, ignoring him.
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