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
Isabella dutifully acted on set for a month, and then received a call from Olivia. She was nominated for the Oscar for Best Actress, so she needed to attend the awards ceremony. Olivia had already communicated with the crew, and the director approved her three days off. Then Isabella and Olivia flew back to Ithaca town. The day before the awards ceremony, Isabella was quite busy, trying on dresses, getting styled, and preparing her acceptance speech in advance. She kept busy until late at night and didn't return to her apartment, opting to spend the night at the hotel. At that time, Andrew was not in Ithaca town but on a business trip in Spain. When she called him at night, she couldn't help but complain, "I finally came back, and you're not here." On the phone, his voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of apology. "I can't attend your awards ceremony tomorrow, but after this busy period, I'll take you out to relax." "It's just a nomination, and the other nominees are all
Elowen seemed clever and tactful, complimenting Isabella generously before heading to the kitchen to help. "Grandma, Dad, I'll go upstairs to change clothes first, then I'll come down to have dinner with you," Isabella said, signaling to Ava with her eyes before swiftly heading upstairs. As soon as she entered the room, Ava followed. Ava took out a set of loungewear from the closet and handed it to her. As Isabella changed clothes, she listened to Ava recounting the events of the past month at the Harris family's residence. It had indeed been quite interesting. "You hadn't been gone long before Idris and his family came to apologize. He's such a scoundrel, not a word of apology, just complaints about Miss Aria being immature. Mrs. Ada was furious and kicked them out. Mrs. Ada was already boiling with anger, and then she fell ill, spending over a week in the hospital. After she was discharged, she brought Elowen here under the pretext of needing someone to take care of her. Mrs.
Isabella stayed in the apartment for one night. The next morning, Asher saw his mother at home and happily danced around. However, she had to catch a flight in the afternoon and could only spend the morning with him. When she was about to leave, Asher grabbed her skirt, refusing to let her go, crying and calling her mom relentlessly. Isabella's eyes were red when she left. She even had the impulse to quit the entertainment industry altogether and become a full-time mother at home since Andrew could afford it. However, this impulsive thought was only temporary. She still had to finish filming the suspense drama she had started and couldn't quit the jobs she had already accepted. Living in this society meant following its rules. Professionalism was still necessary. She began working in Rochester town the next day. It happened to snow that day, but it didn't affect the filming progress. She had two scenes to shoot, one of which was quite challenging. The male lead, Emrys, had limited
So he had rushed here just to be her wish angel. Before Isabella started crying, she closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and firmly pressed her soft red lips against Andrew's. Around them, the snow fell silently. They stood under the snow-covered streetlamp, kissing. The orange light shone down from above, casting long shadows under their feet, where two silhouettes intimately overlapped. They kissed reluctantly but had to temporarily part ways. Andrew's plane was scheduled to take off an hour later, and with the snowy weather, he had to leave for the airport early. However, Isabella held onto his hand tightly, reluctant to let go. "I'll come visit you when I have time," he said. Although he said so, she knew he, as the CEO of the conglomerate, had little spare time. His visit to the film set would only reduce his sleep time, to finish work ahead of schedule. He already averaged six hours of sleep a day, any less, and she would worry. "In two months at most, I'll be back. Af
Emrys looked at her crying like a tearful person, sighed helplessly. He finally remembered why he had lost focus when he saw Isabella's eyes yesterday. It was because Isabella's eyes were as pure and clear as Chloe's."Alright. Haven't I always listened to you? You said we should break up, so I'll obediently break up with you," Emrys said."But now I regret it, let's get back together," Chloe snuggled into Emrys's arms, coquettishly."Okay," Emrys reached out and hugged her.Chloe wiped the tears from her face and then tried to lift the blanket covering him. As she lifted the blanket, she found his leg was encased in thick plaster."Is your leg injury serious?" she asked with concern, looking like she was about to cry again.Emrys immediately comforted her, "It's just a fracture. A few days of rest will be fine. Don't worry, once it heals, I'll still be able to carry you and back you up."After saying that, he leaned close to her ear and added, "And I'll still perform just as well in