Andrew was obedient, complying by sitting in the passenger seat. After fastening his seatbelt, he asked with a faint smile, “Not coming home with me?”
“I’m staying at the Harris family tonight. I’ll be back with you tomorrow, be good,” Isabella said, rotating the steering wheel with one hand while touching his handsome face with the other, her tone akin to coaxing a child.
Her car moved along the road, the atmosphere inside the confined space was tranquil, with the stereo playing a classic song, “Right Here Waiting.”
Andrew was usually a patient person, but he’d never felt ‘waiting’ was so agonizing as he did now.
He thought, perhaps Layla was right; it was time for him to settle down with a wife who understood him.
Despite the numerous failed marriages in the Turner family, it didn’t mean he would necessarily be a failure.
Quietly gazing at Isabella’s profile, her skin was fair, akin to the most delicate porcelain. Her lashes were dark and long, fluttering like butterfly wings as she focused on driving.
Unconsciously, he reached out, his slender hand gently covering hers on the steering wheel.
Isabella, gripping the wheel, suddenly had her hand inexplicably held by him. She tensed momentarily, instinctively turning to look at him.
His eyes were as deep and enigmatic as ever, like an unfathomable sea. She couldn’t fathom his thoughts and emotions, yet she involuntarily got drawn deeper.
“Focus on driving. If you want to see me, I’ll be waiting when you get home,” Andrew reminded her with a smile.
Isabella blushed once again, her fair skin tinged with a rosy hue.
Annoyed, she pushed his hand away. “Andrew, if you keep this up, I’ll leave you by the roadside.”
Andrew chuckled lightly, his gaze resting outside the window. The night was serene.
The car came to a slow halt beneath the apartment building.
“Get out,” Isabella said.
But Andrew remained seated firmly in the passenger seat without moving.
“Don’t you want me to walk you upstairs?” Isabella asked.
Andrew lightly smiled, raising a long finger and pointing at his cheek.
He was asking for a kiss.
This time, it was Isabella who remained still, not giving in to his antics. Just when she thought he wouldn’t persist after the drive, she saw him walk around the car and come towards her. He forcefully opened the driver’s side door, pulling her out of the car.
Before she could react, he held her tightly, and before she realized what was happening, a warm kiss landed on her lips.
Caught off guard, Isabella stared at him, wide-eyed.
Her eyes were too bright and clear. He lifted his elegant hand, covering her eyes before slowly deepening the kiss.
Their breaths intertwined, the man emanating a faint smell of alcohol, not unpleasant but somewhat intoxicating.
The kiss, probing and brief, ended swiftly.
Removing his hand, he gazed quietly at her clear eyes. The faint sparkles in her eyes looked mesmerizing.
Andrew couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss, this time, not stopping easily. Lips entwined, suggesting an unyielding determination.
Feeling weak, Isabella instinctively retreated, her back pressing against the cold car door while his scorching chest was pressed against hers.
Amidst this contrast of hot and cold, Isabella felt like she was oscillating between seawater and flames, experiencing pain and pleasure simultaneously.
As a kiss ended, Isabella leaned softly against his chest, sensing his rapid heartbeat, even able to distinctly hear his steady heartbeat – powerful and reassuring.
When their breaths steadied, Isabella raised her chin, glaring at him discontentedly. “You reek of alcohol. Dare to say it’s something else today? Haven’t you been drinking?”
He gave a faint smile, lowering his head to peck her lips lightly. “Are you a wolf? Your nose is so keen.”
“Yeah, so Andrew, care to explain where all this perfume scent is coming from?” Isabella asked, looking at him.
Andrew’s long fingers gently brushed against her tender cheek, his lips curved into a charming smile. “Well, your man is quite popular, unavoidably attracting those seeking to seduce me, but I’ve already declined.”
“Very well,” Isabella nodded somewhat satisfied. “You better be honest, or I’ll kick you out.”
“Okay, got it. I’ll be good,” Andrew said as he pulled her soft hand and planted kisses on it. His tone carried a sense of indulgence.
“I should go back now. Can’t stay out too long,” Isabella said.
“Alright,” Andrew replied. Reluctantly, he slowly released his arm from around her waist, his gaze lingering on her, clearly reluctant to part.
Isabella opened the car door, one hand on the steering wheel while the other instinctively touched her lips, which still felt sore from his kiss.
She wished she had just kissed him obediently earlier; there was no need for him to molest her outside the car.
Andrew watched Isabella’s car disappear from sight before turning and walking into the building.