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When she opened my eyes again, it was already early morning the next day.
The window was covered by thick curtains, dimming the room with faint light.
Isabella lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind momentarily blank. Everything that happened last night seemed like a romantic dream, somewhat unreal and even absurd.
She moved her body, feeling as if she had been run over by a car, so sore that she didn’t even have the strength to get up.
“Awake?” Andrew’s low, magnetic voice sounded beside her, as melodious as a cello.
Subconsciously, she glanced in the direction of the voice, meeting his magnified profile. Perhaps due to just waking up in the early morning, he looked somewhat lazy.
After glancing at him, she turned away. She really didn’t want to see him right now.
His palm lightly rested on her shoulder, his tone gentle. “Come on, get up and have some food first, then you can sleep again.”
They had almost exhausted themselves until dawn last night, and she was undoubtedly tired. If she didn’t eat something and slept, she would feel even more uncomfortable.
Pretending not to hear, Isabella continued lying motionless.
Andrew, somewhat helpless, pursed his lips but patiently stretched his arm around her waist, lifting her off the bed.
She leaned against him, not struggling-not because she didn’t want to but because she didn’t have the energy to.
“Andrew, shouldn’t you explain things first?” She asked with a cold expression.
His lips slightly pursed, a smile playing between his brows. “Explain what? Explain why I forced you? Or explain why I tortured you for so long?”
Isabella was a little annoyed, biting her pink lips with a hint of embarrassment.
Concerned that she might hurt herself, Andrew’s long fingers rested at the edge of her lips, allowing her to bite.
“If it’s the first question, I’ve actually wanted to do this for a long time. As for the second question, someone put an aphrodisiac in my tea, which was quite potent. And as you were the target, I couldn’t resist.”
He finished speaking and gently stroked her tender cheek, asking with concern, “Still hurting? Did I hurt you?”
“Shut up. I don’t want to discuss this with you right now.” Isabella’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment as she reached out to cover Andrew’s mouth.
Andrew laughed and took hold of her hand, kissing it gently. His head was slightly lowered, kissing her as if in reverence.
Isabella panicked and pulled her hand back. If she let him continue, he would definitely start something again.
“Clothes.” She wrapped herself in the blanket, peeking at the scattered clothes on the floor. “Can I still wear those?”
He didn’t even bother to look. He knew best what he had done last night. He knew Isabella’s clothes were torn and unwearable.
“Want to wear one of my shirts?” He asked gently, a hidden smile in his eyes.
“Wear your clothes and then go out? No way!” She glared at him dissatisfied.
“Do you have the strength to go out today?” His smile deepened, and his ambiguous gaze roamed freely over her.
She pouted with anger. Whose fault was it that she couldn’t get out of bed? He was the one who started it all.
Isabella was annoyed and kicked him with her foot under the blanket. Though the kick landed on Andrew’s body, it was so light that it added a bit of charm to the situation.
If he weren’t afraid of exhausting her, he couldn’t resist pinning her back onto the bed.
“I have to go to the recording studio this afternoon to record the theme song for the new movie,” Isabella said.
So, she couldn’t stay indoors all day.
“Record another day,” Andrew said, feeling sorry for her and unwilling to let her go out in this state.
Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Isabella said, “It’s my job, a scheduled itinerary. I can’t just not go. If newcomers start throwing their weight around, then I don’t need to be in this business anymore.”
“No problem, I’ll have Charles take care of it,” Andrew said confidently.
Isabella was slightly stunned. She was currently working for Charles, and when he intervened to postpone the recording of the theme song, naturally, no one dared to object.
However, why was Charles speaking for her?
“Let it go. I don’t want to owe any favors,” Isabella said.
Andrew smiled warmly and indulgently ruffled her hair. “Charles’ favor doesn’t count for much.”
After saying that, he took his phone and went out to make a call.
…
When Charles received Andrew’s call, he was drinking at the winery with Ryan.
This winery was Andrew’s private property, and they had just received a batch of premium dry red wine from France, some dating back to around 1980. Charles and Ryan had come specifically for these wines.
“What’s going on? The boss said Isabella isn’t feeling well and asked me to inform the recording studio to delay the theme song recording,” Charles said after hanging up, looking puzzled.
You see, Andrew was usually busy with important matters, so why was he meddling in such trivial affairs?
After listening, Ryan smiled with a hidden meaning. “Isabella came back last night?”
“Yeah,” Charles replied.
Ryan swirled the wine in his glass, its aroma filling the air. He smirked mischievously. “I thought Andrew could resist, turns out he felt the woman I found for him wasn’t up to par, so he went back to sleep with Isabella.”
“What’s the situation?” Charles was still utterly confused.
Ryan took a sip of his drink and said, “Zoe, that tired woman, spiked Andrew’s tea, thinking that if she slept with him, she could marry into the Turner family.”
After hearing this, Charles laughed cynically. “Is this woman out of her mind? In this day and age, does sleeping together mean a commitment?”
If everyone needed to marry after a night together, his house would be filled with women.
“Her mind is clear. She’s calculated it well,” Ryan chuckled, smelling the wine in his glass. “If she gets pregnant, Zoe is betting that Andrew will take responsibility for the child.”
“Even if she gets pregnant, it’s not guaranteed the baby will be born.” Charles shook his head, feeling like the female species had a defective brain structure. “What’s our boss’s identity? Any woman can have a child for him? Even if she gets pregnant, as long as the baby isn’t born, there are plenty of ways to handle it.”
Ryan sipped his drink, smirking in silence.
Zoe had ambitions, but unfortunately, she had underestimated Andrew. If Andrew didn’t want a child, he wouldn’t let it come into this world.
Just like that night with Isabella, Andrew had dispatched people everywhere to find the woman from that night because he didn’t want any repercussions.
Ryan had turned Ithaca town upside down just to find Isabella. Surprisingly, Andrew didn’t do anything about her pregnancy, letting her give birth, and even secretly sending people to protect her.
At that time, Ryan was puzzled, but later learned from Austin that Andrew and Isabella had a history together.
“Are we going to lose money?” Charles asked.
“Yeah, probably good news is on the way. Get ready to prepare some red envelopes,” Ryan said.
Both men looked at each other, thinking about their wallets, feeling a pang of heartache.
While Charles drank, he picked up the phone, instructing the recording studio to cancel today’s recording.
The person in charge of the studio was blind to the situation, actually asking him, “Boss, when will the recording be rescheduled? I need to arrange it.”
“When to reschedule? Ask Isabella. Whenever she’s free to arrange the recording. It’s just a theme song; I’m not in a rush, why are you?” Charles hung up, contemplating whether to change the person in charge of the recording studio. This person was too blind to the situation. In case he offended their sister-in-law, he would be in big trouble. Everyone knew that their boss was very protective of her.