47

After finishing the second book, Isabella obediently went back to her guest room to sleep.
Andrew, however, continued working until around three in the morning.
At six in the morning, while he was sound asleep, he heard a slight noise from the door.
Given his background in the special forces and enhanced werewolf hearing, even during deep sleep, any sound could instantly wake him up.
He reflexively opened his eyes, sat up, and saw the door being slightly pushed open from the outside. A small, black head poked in.
“Daddy!” Seeing him awake, Asher pushed the door open, ran in with his little short legs, climbed onto the bed, and pounced on Andrew.
“Daddy, happy, Daddy, happy,” Asher said enthusiastically.
Andrew hugged the child, sitting up on the bed. Then he saw Isabella walking in behind him.
“It’s supposed to be ‘Daddy, happy birthday.’ I’ve taught you so many times, and you still can’t get it right. How silly,” she lightly tapped Asher’s little head with her fingertip.
Asher was seventeen and a half months old, not speaking much yet. But he seemed to understand what Isabella said about him. Using both hands and feet, he crawled towards his mom, expressing his dissatisfaction with babbling sounds.
Isabella playfully took the chubby baby into her arms, and the mother and son embraced each other, sharing a kiss.
A big kid and a little kid playing around. Andrew could only smile helplessly.
He lifted the blanket covering him, swung his long legs off the bed. Although he had slept less than three hours, suffering from severe sleep deprivation, his mood seemed good.
A birthday that even he had forgotten was rare to be remembered by someone else.
During breakfast, Amelia specially cooked a bowl of longevity noodles with an egg inside for him. It was a large bowl, and Andrew didn’t eat much, sharing half with Isabella and little Asher.
Asher loved eating noodles, especially spaghetti. Holding a small bowl with his hands, he gobbled it up, burping incessantly.
The weather outside was nice, so Amelia took the child out for a walk to aid digestion.
Now, only Andrew and Isabella were left in the apartment.
Isabella held a spoon and ate porridge with one hand. With the other hand, she took out a small box from her pocket and casually pushed it in front of him.
“Is this for me?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a touch of warmth and a hint of a smile in his deep brows.
“Yes.” She lowered her head, muttering in a muffled voice, showing a rare touch of girlish shyness.
He smiled as he opened the box. It didn’t contain anything expensive-just a red string with a fairly good jade attached.
“Quite ugly,” he said with a light smile.
Upon hearing this, Isabella exploded like an angry rooster. She had kindly given him a gift, only to be rejected.
“Why are you like this? This is a peace jade, don’t you understand? Must I throw money at you to make you happy?”
Andrew, appearing thoughtful, looked at her, his emotions hard to decipher.
Feeling annoyed, she put down the spoon and stood up. Walking over to his side, she took the peace jade tied with a red string, deliberately yanking it onto his neck and giving it a forceful pull to vent her dissatisfaction.
A faint red mark appeared on Andrew’s throat where he was pulled. His slender fingers casually touched it, feeling a slight ache. Faced with the little girl’s mischief, he couldn’t help but feel a bit helpless.
“I specially obtained this from Italy. It suits you.” After finishing, Isabella let her arm slide down his shoulder, intending to sit back in her previous position. However, her wrist was suddenly caught by him.
With a single pull, he effortlessly pulled her into his arms.
Caught off guard, she fell onto his lap, the man’s strong arm encircling her soft and delicate waist. Their posture was quite ambiguous.
She was about to get angry but was stopped when he caught her chin, locking eyes with her. His deep blue eyes were terrifyingly intense.
“Isabella, do you know what you’re doing?” His deep voice inquired.
Isabella blinked her clear, innocent eyes at him as she listened to him say, “A girl should not easily be kind to a man. Your current behavior makes me feel like you’re tempting me.”
He stared at her with a smile that seemed both teasing and hunting, like a hunter eyeing a delicious prey.
Isabella still sat in his lap, and the warmth emanating from his chest was scalding. She had an instinct that she was being flirted with.
Turning her head with dissatisfaction, she struggled free from his restraint. Then, unexpectedly, she reached out and pinched Andrew’s chin, playfully smiling with a hint of mischief. “I’m tempting you? Well, can you resist temptation? If you can’t, you might as well give in to me.”
She giggled triumphantly, completely unaware that she was playing with fire. It wasn’t until Andrew carried her into the bedroom, forcefully pressing her onto the bed, that she realized her fear.
“Andrew, what do you want?” Isabella was beneath him, kicking and flailing. But the man pinning her down was like an immovable mountain, leaving her breathless and her small face flushed.
“Between a man and a woman in bed, what else can they do besides making love?” He slightly arched his body, efficiently unbuttoning his shirt.
His chest pressed against Isabella’s soft bosom, and his cool lips firmly pressed against hers, kissing passionately. Andrew’s kisses were not rough, but they were forceful and domineering.
She kept struggling, resisting his advances, but unable to break free, she trembled beneath him.
In that pitch-dark night, within the dark room, everything that happened flooded into Isabella’s mind like a torrent-crazy entanglements, tearing pain, and despair. She closed her eyes in fear, tears rolling down her cheeks, falling onto his muscular arms, scalding hot.
Andrew’s tall body stiffened for a moment. After a brief hesitation, he rolled off.
Andrew had his pride and disdained forcing women, even if the woman was someone he liked and wanted.
He sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt at a leisurely pace.
Behind him, Isabella, using hands and feet, climbed off the bed, shrinking to the bed’s corner, glaring at him with guarded eyes, her face full of wariness.
He finished dressing and turned to look at her. Her pale little face still bore tear streaks, but she displayed a stubborn look.
Truly, she was a difficult girl to tame.
“You don’t need to look at me like that. It’s all your doing. I never said I could resist temptation. So, Isabella, don’t let such things happen again. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee I’ll let you off.”
She widened her beautiful eyes, glaring fiercely at him. This man had no shame, taking advantage of her and acting so righteous.
Feeling furious, she grabbed a pillow next to her and fiercely threw it at him.
Andrew’s tall figure stood still, without any attempt to dodge. The pillow hit him and fell to the ground, but he didn’t blink an eye.
Feeling unsatisfied, Isabella grabbed another pillow and threw it as well. Along with the bed cushions and blankets, anything she could get her hands on was thrown to the ground.
He frowned at the mess on the floor, his handsome face showing a trace of helplessness.
“Feeling better?”
With a cold expression, Isabella angrily shouted, “Starting next month, your allowance is cut in half.”
Her shout had just ended when the doorbell rang abruptly.