At night, Isabella arranged to meet Olivia at a bar for drinks. They drank until they were completely drunk, stumbling arm in arm as they left the bar, each complaining about their woes, paying no attention to what lay ahead. Then, without noticing, Isabella bumped into a man. She staggered back a few steps, holding her forehead, feeling like she was seeing stars. She squinted to see the man clearly. With some surprise, she said, "Henry, it's you!" Henry looked at her coldly, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips after a brief moment of shock. "Anywhere I go, I bump into you, Isabella. We really are fated," he said mockingly. She leaned against the wall, giving him a cold stare, thinking to herself: What kind of fate is this? "Olivia, let's go," Isabella pulled Olivia, attempting to leave. But just as she took a step, Henry grabbed her wrist. He held her delicate wrist tightly, pushing her back against the wall, causing her spine to hit the hard surface, making her wince i
Isabella bit her lip hard, her tone stiff. "She said she dated you for five years. And you... you liked to... do it from behind..." She spoke in fragments, but Andrew, being so astute, clearly understood. He flicked his cigarette with his long fingers, smirked cynically, "Those words might fool girl inexperienced like you, but nine out of ten men prefer that position." His blunt words made her cheeks flush. She covered her heated face with her hand and retorted, "I believe anything you say. Andrew, do you think I'm gullible?" "Do you believe everything she says? You'd rather believe her than me!" He raised an eyebrow, his expression growing darker. She hesitated, unable to counter. "Then what's your relationship with Elysia?" "Her brother Alaric was my comrade in the Yonkers Army. Before he sacrificed himself, he asked me to look after his sister." "Look after her in bed?" Isabella quipped. Andrew flicked his cigarette, chuckled lightly, "I'm not as promiscuous as you think. I
Andrew took her hand and pinned her down again. "Isabella, let's have sex more once." "No, Andrew," she dodged his kisses, resisting his advances in bed. "Speak softer; I like to hear it. But we might wake up Amelia and Asher next door," he held her down and passionately kissed her. After a passionate encounter, Isabella didn't get out of bed the next day. Andrew had a morning meeting and left for the office early. Before leaving, he reminded Amelia not to disturb Isabella's rest. Amelia didn't dare disturb Isabella, but Asher didn't listen. As soon as he got up, he crawled into his parents' room and climbed onto the bed, calling out in a childish voice, "Mommy, wake up! Mommy, wake up!" "Sweetie, Mommy is too tired. Let Mommy sleep a bit longer," Isabella hugged her son, too sleepy to even lift her eyelids. "Mommy, play on the slide with Asher. Mommy, wake up," Asher pulled and tugged at her, finally dragging her out of bed. She, still in her pajamas with her hair disheveled,
Andrew stood up, hands behind his back, by the tall floor-to-ceiling window, exuding a cold demeanor. "I've done everything I can for you and your family. What you have now is beyond what most people can achieve in a lifetime. I don't understand what you're crying about, or do you think you just need to shed a few tears to seem pitiable?" Elysia, eyes blurred with tears, was at a loss for words. He glanced at his secretary and said calmly, "Escort the guest out." The secretary awkwardly led Elysia out of the CEO's office. Elysia didn't make a scene. If she continued to do so, she'd be escorted out by security, which would be even more embarrassing for her. After Elysia left, the office fell into a brief silence. Andrew stood by the window, smoking, his eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed outside, reminiscing about Alaric's young and simple face, unable to help but sigh softly. Then Ryan knocked and entered with a smile, "Alpha, finally got rid of that clingy Elysia. Congratulatio
Isabella received a call from David. After patiently listening to his ramblings, she found it laughable. Victoria, being so clever, must have figured out that Isabella was behind the whole thing, yet she had David ask her to get Andrew to intervene. Isabella couldn't figure out what Victoria was thinking. She casually responded to David and it was clear that David wasn't genuinely concerned about Victoria's well-being. To him, his daughter was just a pawn; once discarded, she had no value. David was clearly more concerned about getting close to Mr. Andrew. "Isabella, just do your best for your sister. And please slelect a time to bring Mr. Andrew home for dinner. You're dating and hiding it, but your father isn't narrow-minded. I want to know more about him so I can feel comfortable entrusting you to him." David said. Isabella almost got goosebumps from David's words. After mumbling some responses, she quickly hung up the phone. In David's eyes, there was only self-interest, not
Ava stood at the entrance, bending over to hand them their shoes, brand-new men's slippers, clearly prepared especially for the occasion. "This is Ava," Isabella introduced with a beaming smile. She then whispered in Ava's ear, "He's Asher's father." Ava nodded quickly, her face filled with a loving smile. She had only seen Andrew once at the hospital after Isabella gave birth to Asher. She never expected this unemployed wanderer to transform into a billionaire; it was quite surprising. "Ava, hello," Andrew greeted politely and gently. "Hello, please come in," Ava said, somewhat flustered, looking at the handsome Andrew with great satisfaction. "Ava, why are you blocking the door? Invite the guests in. You're so uncivilized," Charlotte's voice suddenly rang out, her tone clearly showing her status as the hostess. Feeling embarrassed, Ava quickly stepped aside. Isabella frowned slightly, but didn't show her displeasure. "The gifts Andrew brought are still in the trunk. Please Aun
Isabella and Andrew have returned to the apartment. In the living room on the first floor, Asher is sitting on the carpet in front of the French windows, scribbling with crayons. When the baby hears the door and sees Mommy and Daddy coming back, he immediately climbs up from the floor, drops the crayons in his hand, takes quick steps with his little legs, and runs towards Isabella. "Asher, were you good today?" Isabella picks up her son and gives him a big kiss on his little cheek. Asher giggles as he's kissed, one hand hugging her, the other reaching out to Andrew, "Daddy, hug." Andrew extends his arms, embracing them both. Asher pouts and rubs his cheek against Andrew's, leaving drool all over his face. Isabella kicks off her heels, carrying Asher into the house, and they both sit by the French windows. She picks up the dropped crayons from the floor and writes a few simple words on a small drawing board. Amelia has been teaching Asher to read during this time, and the baby's me
The mystery revealed, Isabella also lost interest. Instead, she looked forward to seeing Victoria's self-righteousness and her eventual comeuppance. "I'm tired, I'm going to bed." Isabella shifts her body, turning her back. But Andrew wraps his arms around her from behind, "Girl, are you planning to burn bridges?" He kisses her sensitive neck fiercely, his seductive skills causing uncontrollable shivers to run through Isabella's body. "Andrew, you're not keeping your word. Didn't we agree on a night of mental love?" She protests passively. "No, I didn't agree..." He speaks as his lips continue to trail along her ear, deliberately blowing air into her sensitive ears. "Andrew, you, you rogue!" She weakens as he continues to kiss her, her voice growing weaker. For the next week, Isabella and Andrew are almost inseparable. If he doesn't have to, he spends most of his time working from home. In the study, he sits at the computer dealing with business while she sits on the small sof