Last night was just an accident, it happened too suddenly, so there was no preparation. In the future, he will take precautions in advance and not let her take such emergency contraceptives again. He heard that taking this kind of medicine too often isn’t good for the body.
“Who said there will be a next time? Wishful thinking,” Isabella said, blushing as she glared at him.
Andrew laughed but didn’t answer that question.
Whether it’s the next time or the time after that, it’s necessary. He’s a normal male wolf, physically and mentally healthy, and of course, it would happen. Besides, she’s the mate he loves.
“Are you full? Go back to sleep for a while,” Andrew said again.
“Yeah,” Isabella nodded. She was indeed tired and sleepy, obediently returning to the bedroom to continue her sleeplessness.
However, Isabella used to sleep in the guest room, but now she directly moved to the master bedroom.
She slept straight through until nighttime. When she woke up, it was already dark outside.
The apartment was quiet. She put on her shoes, passed the children’s room, and suddenly remembered that from last night until today, she hadn’t seen Asher and Amelia.
She went downstairs along the solid wood stairs. In the living room, Andrew was flipping through a financial newspaper.
She walked over to him and naturally sat beside him, asking, “Where are Asher and Amelia?”
“At my parents’ house. They’ll be back in a few days,” Andrew replied somewhat absentmindedly.
He and Isabella rarely had moments to themselves. He didn’t want Asher to come back and continue causing disruptions.
Dinner was still lavish. Isabella felt it was too much food for just the two of them and couldn’t help but complain, “Extravagant man.”
But Andrew replied matter-of-factly, “Last night, you fed me well. It’s only fair for me to feed you well today.”
“Andrew, if you mention last night again, I’ll make you regret it,” Isabella said, annoyed, puffing her cheeks, ears reddening, and cheeks burning up.
“Can pretending it didn’t happen make it go away?” Andrew used chopsticks to pick up food for her, saying seriously, “Are you trying to deceive yourself?”
Isabella: “…”
She didn’t want to talk to him. She picked up a chicken leg and took a bite, wishing she could bite him instead.
After dinner, Andrew worked in the study, and Isabella looked through music scores in the bedroom. Although she didn’t need to record at the moment, she still needed to familiarize herself with the music.
Originally, this task should have been completed last night, but her time was occupied by him. Just thinking about it made her feel upset.
She always believed that the premise for men and women to undress and get into bed should be mutual affection. Isn’t a soulful connection more important than physical intimacy?
But in her over twenty years of life, her only two experiences were forced upon her by Andrew.
She sat in front of the piano, shook her head, and stopped thinking. Otherwise, she feared she might rush into the study and beat up the man inside.
She reached out, lifted the piano cover, and her youthful fingertips moved across the black and white keys, producing a stream of notes.
It had been a while since she played, feeling a bit rusty.
Isabella spread the music score in front of her on the stand. Following the notes, she played, the melody slightly stiff at first.
But she played with concentration and seriousness, repeating and attempting, gradually making the music smoother, imbuing it with soul and emotion.
What she used to love most in the world was her mother and music. Now, it might be Asher and music, oh, perhaps including Andrew, although his position was temporarily after music.
If it weren’t for Eleanor believing that music could only serve to refine one’s emotions and couldn’t be a lifelong career, Isabella might have become a professional musician long ago.
Playing the piano and humming softly along with the melody, she was so engrossed that she didn’t even notice when Andrew stood behind her.
Until the faint smell of tobacco filled the air, she instinctively turned around.
“You’ve come at just the right time. Listen to this song, what do you think?” She pulled him to sit on the side of the piano bench, placing his fingers on the black and white piano keys.
Isabella’s fingertips were fair and slender, resembling finely carved jade, shimmering on the black and white keys, a sight to behold.
Andrew squinted his eyes, his deep gaze fixated on her hands.
Her fingertips moved rapidly across the piano keys, music flowing out, and she hummed softly along with the melody.
After she finished singing, the piano sounds trailed off. Tilting her head slightly, she looked at him. Her lush eyelashes blinked as she asked, “How was it?”
He was briefly silent and then softly asked, “What’s the name of this song?”
“Farewell.” Isabella replied.
“Farewell,” Andrew softly repeated, emotions hidden deep in his eyes. For some reason, a faint smile played on his lips.
He wasn’t someone accustomed to reminiscing, but at this moment, memories of their past involuntarily flooded back to him.
Andrew was born as a prodigy, joining the military at a young age. Through his efforts, he steadily rose up the ranks.
Until Thomas’s manipulation caused him a huge setback. Then, he was thrown into the Yonkers Army by Jacob. The time spent in the Yonkers Army was probably the darkest period of his life. Without the peaceful days of his home country, living each day amidst gunfire and smoke, watching comrades lose their precious young lives one after another, not knowing when it would be his turn, that fear and panic were things only those who experienced it firsthand would understand.
Isabella’s appearance was the only color in his dark life at that time.
She was just a little girl then, with her hair in ponytails, having the most brilliant smile and the clearest tears.
He pulled her out from a pool of blood, stood in front of her, intercepted the bullet. It hurt when the bullet entered his body, but at that moment, he only had one thought: thankfully, it wasn’t her who got hurt.
Such a pure girl, such a clean soul, he was willing to protect her with his life.
He was carried onto the ambulance by his comrades, and she held his hand tightly, crying and asking, “Uncle Soldier, you won’t die, right? Can I see you again?”
He had smiled and told her at the time, “You will.”
But Andrew knew it was just to comfort her. Whether he lived or died, they couldn’t possibly meet again.
Later, he heard from Austin that this girl had followed their ambulance for a full three kilometers, then fell on the road, unable to run anymore, and was taken back by her family.
Afterward, he heard she came to Yonkers Army to find him. But there were rules in the army, he couldn’t meet her or disclose any information.
He thought they would just pass by each other in this lifetime. However, many years later, their destinies intersected once again. Perhaps, this was the destiny bestowed by the moon goddess.