At this moment, Andrew was serving his girl breakfast.
The table was filled with various flavors.
Women are naturally changeable creatures. Andrew wasn’t sure what she’d fancy for breakfast today, and not wanting to upset her over such a trivial matter, he had the secretary prepare various meals.
Isabella felt a bit full; she couldn’t finish the half-eaten shrimp dumpling.
She glanced at Andrew sitting opposite her. He was wearing a neat, slightly cool-toned shirt, and the shirt accentuated his perfect physique.
She inexplicably had a mischievous thought and threw the half-eaten bread into his plate.
“I can’t finish this. Here, have it. Don’t waste it.”
With a childish gesture, Isabella had Andrew somewhat helpless but mostly tolerant.
He picked up chopsticks and gracefully put the half piece of bread from the bowl into his mouth. “Hmm, it’s not bad.”
She widened her eyes, somewhat incredulous. He just ate what she left?
He seemed to read her mind and faintly chuckled, “We’ve shared kisses countless times; I’ve already tasted your saliva.”
“Andrew! Shut up,” Isabella blushed, embarrassed and annoyed, and picked up a shrimp dumpling, directly stuffing it into his mouth.
He smiled faintly and bit into the dumpling.
Ignoring him, she continued to lower her head and drink her porridge. As she was about to take a spoonful, she suddenly heard Andrew across the table say, “Isabella, let’s get married.”
Isabella was taken aback for a moment, almost choking on her porridge out of surprise.
She coughed a few times, and Andrew considerately handed her a cup of water.
After drinking most of the water, she calmed down and looked at him, asking, “Why?”
“Don’t you know the reason?” he asked in return.
“Because you forced me last night, so you want to take responsibility?” she blinked her clear, bright eyes and asked.
“Shouldn’t I take responsibility?” Andrew’s expression was serious.
Isabella rested her chin on her hand, glaring at him. “You’ve forced me before. Why didn’t you mention responsibility then?”
“I did.” Andrew looked at her, his blue eyes profound. “You probably forgot. I gave you a prenuptial agreement, but you didn’t accept it.”
“I don’t have the habit of marrying strangers.” She replied.
“And what about now? We’re not strangers anymore,” he looked deeply into her eyes.
“Sleeping together twice doesn’t mean we’re not strangers,” she teased, deliberately trying to provoke him.
Andrew’s expression had been serious all along, without a hint of joking. In his understanding, marriage itself was something that should be taken seriously.
“Sleeping with the same woman twice, I will seriously consider spending a lifetime with her. And if I want a lifetime together, of course, we should get married.”
“Other than me, have you slept with more than two women and considered spending a lifetime with them?” Isabella pouted, her tone inadvertently sour.
“You’re different. You’re the only woman I want to marry.” Andrew replied.
He had indeed been with other women, but it was merely to satisfy his physical desires. Now, all he saw was her.
“You’re lying.” Even though Andrew sounded sincere, Isabella clearly didn’t believe him. “Don’t forget you had a fiancee.”
“I never touched her, nor did I fall in love with her. It was a marriage arranged by our parents.” Andrew’s expression was deep and serious, without any hint of evasion or pretense. “You are my mate, my only mate.”
“Mate?” Isabella blinked in confusion, hearing this term from Andrew, it stirred something in her heart.
“Can you come back to me now? Are you willing to marry me?” Andrew asked again, his deep blue eyes serious and earnest.”
Isabella gave him a glare, feeling his proposal lacked sincerity-no flowers, red wine, or a ring at all. She definitely couldn’t agree.
“If you’re not in a hurry, I’d like to consider it slowly,” she said.
“Okay,” Andrew nodded, showing his full patience towards her.
Moreover, even before she married him, Andrew had already taken her under his wing as his mate. He didn’t know what would happen in the next life, but in this life, she wouldn’t escape him.
“Take your time eating. I’ll be out for a while,” Andrew got up from his seat and walked decisively outside.
Isabella thought he might be going to the office and didn’t inquire further. While she drank, she played with her phone.
She had just finished eating and hadn’t even left the dining room when Andrew unexpectedly returned. He had an extra box in his hand-a box of medicine.
She watched as he opened the medicine box, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it over to her.
She looked at the white pill in his palm, feeling an inexplicable emotion.
“You’re quite considerate,” she said, her tone tinged with sarcasm.
Seeing her frown at the pill, Andrew calmly said, “If you don’t want to take it, don’t force yourself.”
He simply felt she was still too young. Having another child now wasn’t a wise move. Besides, he’d been drugged last night, and the effect of the medication on a potential child was uncertain.
“I just find the medicine too bitter,” Isabella said and then popped the pill into her mouth, grimacing as she swallowed it down with a gulp of water. The bitter taste lingered in her mouth.
Her pretty face almost wrinkled like a bun.
Then, Andrew reached out and embraced her, and his lips immediately kissed hers, taking in the bitterness from her mouth.
“Feeling better now?” He released her lips and asked in a warm tone.
Annoyed, Isabella raised her dainty fist and playfully hit his chest.
He clearly took advantage of the situation.
Andrew allowed her to hit him and calmly smiled, “I’ll be more careful next time.”