Andrew’s fingertips went empty, lifting his gaze calmly back to her. He concealed his emotions deeply, his face remained composed as he also extended his hand. At this moment, Isabella’s neck flushed again, just like the last time he bit her neck, and her body inexplicably softened.
She took a deep breath, steadying her pounding heart.
He seemed to sense her unease, his gaze appraising her expression, his eyes focused and… intense?
She found it odd that he seemed to capture her emotional changes every time. Isabella turned her head away, avoiding eye contact.
However, his palm landed on Isabella’s thigh, a few slightly cool long fingers even slipping under her skirt. Isabella’s eyes widened, her heartbeat quickening; his touch made her body even hotter. She glared at him warningly, taking a slight deep breath to avoid any embarrassing actions.
Isabella wore a pure white knee-length skirt today, with a few red wine splatters resembling red plum blossoms on the skirt. Ignoring her warning, Andrew’s palm remained partially concealed under her skirt.
She glared fiercely at him again, about to push away his restless hand. However, he suddenly leaned in, his husky, magnetic voice whispering softly in her ear, “Wait for me outside.”
She looked at him with a hint of surprise, then realized his intention.
She lifted herself off the sofa, covering her rapidly beating heart, simultaneously pushing aside his hand, and said to the others present, “I’m sorry, I’ll go to the restroom.”
Then, in her high heels, she swiftly walked out of the private room.
After Isabella left, Andrew also stood up, striding out with long steps, leaving without a word.
The others present looked at each other, completely bewildered.
“Mr. Ryan, this friend of yours?” someone tentatively asked.
Ryan sipped on his fine red wine and casually replied, “He’s gotta go to the bathroom.”
Everyone: “…”
Ryan lazily stood up, with a teasing smile. Obviously, he intended to keep a close eye on Brandon. This human was really fearless, daring to covet an alpha’s mate. Lately, the alpha’s mood was bad, and he didn’t want trouble.
…
At this point, Isabella had already been brought back home by Andrew.
With a loud bang, the door was tightly shut.
Before she could react, he pressed her against the ice-cold wall. Her back hit the hard surface, causing her to frown in pain.
She was about to speak and scold him. However, before she could make a sound, her lips were harshly sealed.
A faint tobacco scent swept into her mouth, dominant and fierce. It was as if the pent-up anger had finally found an outlet. He ferociously bit and nibbled at her lips and tongue, causing her pain that nearly made her cry, intensifying the heat in her body.
“Uhmm…”
Isabella never liked to show weakness, yet he forcefully restrained her. She was furious; like an enraged little beast, she fought back, biting his intruding tongue.
The strong taste of blood spread in their mouths. He seemed to feel no pain, pulling apart her clothes with abandon.
With a tearing sound, the fabric on Isabella’s chest split into two pieces. A cold chill invaded her chest; she shivered involuntarily, suddenly feeling scared. His arm muscles bulged, emitting a low growl during the deep kiss, a sound that accelerated her heartbeat, like a male beast, issuing a possessive command over its prey.
Her legs weakened, gradually sliding down the wall.
Before she fell to the floor, he swiftly gathered her up, lifting her from the ground and tossing her onto the spacious sofa in the living room. His strength was immense, his arms feeling as solid as iron; it was as if she weighed nothing.
On the sofa, she widened her round eyes, glaring angrily at him. While he squinted, fixating on his prey, his pupils shone blue, making her heart race.
“Your, your eyes…”
Andrew, however, leaned indifferently on the sofa, a cold sneer curling his lips. “Always busy with work, accompanying men is also part of your job?”
His words deeply hurt her.
Between them, there was no talk of love, but at least they had a common child, and she had feelings for him.
Such hurtful words, spoken by him, hurt her deeply and made her feel sad because he was someone she cared about.
Isabella didn’t offer any explanation. She dashed barefoot across the floor, quickly running upstairs.
Behind her, Andrew’s eyes became wild, his hands clenched into fists.
Soon, there was a series of staggered footsteps from upstairs, and she swiftly descended the stairs again, now in a different dress, but her eyes were red. In her hand, she held a card.
She tossed the card at him and hoarsely said, ‘Your wishing card, my wish is already written on it: Andrew, stay away from me in the future, mind your own business!’
He lowered his head, his eyes staring at the scattered wishing card. On the white card, a line of small words had been added, black ink meeting his gaze, exceptionally dazzling.