She instinctively turned her head, and the first thing she saw was the flickering light between Andrew’s left index and ring fingers.
Isabella’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. She directly took the cigarette butt from his hand and tossed it into the crystal ashtray on the table.
“It’s been barely any time since you got out of the hospital, and you’re already forgetting the pain of the scar. Smoking is harmful to your health.”
Although Isabella sternly scolded Andrew, he showed no signs of annoyance. Instead, a faint smile played on his lips.
“What are you looking at?” he asked with a gentle smile, his deep gaze landing on the computer on the table, displaying Charles’ name and some online photos.
Charles was a public figure, and there was a lot of information and photos of him online. He was also someone who enjoyed flaunting himself and didn’t mind exposure to the camera. Even gossip about him and various female celebrities could be found online. Various female celebrities! He wasn’t afraid of kidney overdraft either.
“Do you know this person? It’s said he’s the CEO of a top media company. Online reviews about him aren’t great; they say he’s a playboy, manipulating women’s feelings,” Isabella said indignantly, dragging her cheek with one hand while scrolling with the mouse.
Andrew: “…”
Had his subordinate’s reputation really reached such a low point?
“I saw online that he’s quite close with Ryan. You’re not mingling with people like him too, are you?” she suddenly asked, her golden eyes fixed on him without blinking.
He subconsciously coughed lightly, and without principles, replied, “Not close.”
“In the future, make sure to stay far away from people like him, so you don’t get influenced,” she cautioned.
“Okay,” he murmured nasally, then casually asked, “How do you search for him online?”
“I’m preparing for a new movie. Olivia thinks one of the roles suits me well and wants me to talk to Charles. But I have nothing to discuss with someone like him,” Isabella snapped her laptop shut with a snap.
“Giving up the role?” Andrew chuckled.
“I’m not short of money,” Isabella said firmly. She’d rather give up the role than deal with someone like Charles.
Andrew: “…”
She shut down the computer and stood up from her chair. As she approached Andrew, she smelled the strong scent of alcohol on him.
“Drinking?” she asked, wrinkling her brow.
“No, just watching them drink. Picked up the smell,” he replied.
She clearly didn’t quite believe him. Reaching out, she pulled his neck towards her, brushing her nose against his slightly cool, thin lips.
Her actions left Andrew somewhat bemused. He immediately wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pressing his lips against her soft and enticing ones, deftly parting her lips.
After a moment of entangled lips, he released her, both of them slightly breathless.
“Now, do you believe me?” he smirked. Isabella looked up at him, seemingly dazed.
However, he wasn’t lying. There was no scent of alcohol in his breath.
“Don’t think you won’t get scolded just because you haven’t been drinking. Staying out so late, coming back at this hour is bad for your health too, do you know that?”
Despite being a young girl in her twenties, she scolded with a stern demeanor.
“Mm, won’t happen again,” Andrew nonchalantly responded, as if what she said had nothing to do with him.
For people like Andrew, with high status and responsibilities, many things were beyond their control.
Isabella was quite irritated by his nonchalant attitude and continued her lecturing mode. Her slender fingertips pressed on his stomach, ‘Is the stomachache gone now? You’re still young, so it’s just a little punishment for your stomach ulcer. Wait for a few more years, your heart, liver, lungs, kidneys…'”
With every mention of an organ, she would move her fingers towards that area. Accidentally touching Andrew’s belt around his waist, his head suddenly lowered and kissed her incessant little mouth.
This kiss was noticeably warmer and more lingering than before. Isabella was kissed so intensely that she almost suffocated in his embrace.
When the kiss ended, she leaned against his chest, panting rapidly. Her porcelain-like delicate face was blushing in embarrassment.
“I should take a shower, you should rest early,” he gently released her afterward.
If he didn’t let go now, one kiss wouldn’t be enough to easily dismiss him. It seemed like he’d have to take a cold shower tonight to cool down.
“Okay,” Isabella nodded and walked towards the study. Just as she stepped out, seemingly recalling something, she turned back, stern-faced, and said to him, “There’s a curfew at 11. I’ll have Amelia lock the door. If you come back so late again, don’t bother coming back.”
After saying this, Isabella swiftly ran off.
Andrew was momentarily stunned, then faintly smiled.
He took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the chair. Then, he took out his phone from his jacket pocket and dialed Charles’ number.
At this time, it was when Charles was spending a night out, and the phone was drowned out by deafening music.
Charles held his phone, walked out of the noisy private room, and retreated into a quiet corner of the corridor. “Boss, it’s so late, do you need something?”
“Yeah,” Andrew replied in a low, magnetic voice and casually said, “Charles, get ready. You’re attending a film festival tomorrow.”
“Boss, don’t joke around. Do I really need to be there for a film festival?” Charles thought Andrew was teasing him.
However, Andrew was not in a joking mood. His girl had just warned him to stay away from people like Charles.
“The secretary has already booked your flight tickets. The earlier you go, the earlier you’ll be back.” Andrew’s indifferent tone had a commanding air. Without giving Charles a chance to object, he hung up.
Hearing the busy signal in his hand, Charles, belatedly realized that he’d been assigned by the boss!
Who did he upset!
………..
Andrew finished taking a cold shower and turned on his office computer in the study. Just as he finished reading an email, Isabella slipped in again.
She had just taken a shower too, her hair still damp, emitting a faint scent of shower gel as she approached.
“Why didn’t you dry your hair?” he glanced at her.
“Oh, it’ll dry while I sleep,” she tossed her head, and droplets of water from her hair splashed on his face.
“Still not going to sleep. What do you want to do?” he pulled her into his arms and, with slightly cool lips, whispered into her ear in a low, sexy tone.
“I was thinking about what to give at Mrs. Hannah’s banquet,” she pretended to play dumb, changing the subject.
He gave a faint smile and replied, “Just buy anything random. It doesn’t matter anyway; they’re unrelated people.”