When Isabella didn’t have to work, she loved to sleep in, especially after last night’s activities with him.
Every time they tangled in bed, she would sleep especially soundly that night. Indeed, physical activity helped with sleep, especially the kind on the bed.
She slept until noon the next day, awakened only by the alarm.
She had two more scenes to shoot in the afternoon, so she couldn’t keep lounging in bed.
Isabella sat up in bed, stretched her arms, and gave a big yawn. Then she got up and freshened up.
After her shower, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she frowned at the bruise marks on her neck. She had to wear a costume in the afternoon, and if she couldn’t cover these marks, she’d be embarrassed.
She applied a thick layer of foundation on her neck to hide the marks, but it took up a lot of time.
She changed clothes and hurried downstairs. Surprisingly, she saw Andrew dressed in casual wear, sitting on the living room sofa reading the newspaper.
“You don’t have to go to your little company today?” she asked.
He set down the newspaper and calmly looked at her. Turner family’s business was merely a little fuss in his girl’s heart. In her mind, he, the dignified CEO of the Turner family, would always be doing some shady work.
“No plans this morning, just taking a break at home,” he replied.
“Okay, be a good boy, stay home with Asher. If you run out of money, let me know,” Isabella said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek before picking up her handbag from the sofa.
She was about to leave when Andrew pulled her into his arms, making her fall onto his lap.
“Voluntarily giving me money; is this a reward for taking good care of you last night?” His long fingers lightly pinched her chin.
Her cheeks reddened; she knew exactly what he meant by ‘taking care’ on the bed.
“Don’t joke; I need to rush out,” she pushed his chest away with her hand.
“Let’s go out for a meal. I’ll drop you off at the set,” Andrew said. His tone was gentle but never allowed disagreement.
Knowing he cared, Isabella nodded in agreement.
After a simple lunch, Isabella walked out of the dining room to find Andrew already changed into his outing clothes. He wore neat trousers, covered by a gray trench coat. Standing there, he looked handsome and imposing.
She walked up, took his arm, and smiled, “Let’s go.”
“Yeah,” he patted her head and walked out with long strides.
Andrew drove, and Isabella sat in the passenger seat, fidgeting with her nails, talking incessantly all the way.
“The movie shoot is about to finish. Olivia won’t be arranging any other work for me for now. I’ll focus on recording songs, so I won’t be as busy as I am now.”
In Isabella’s new album, there were two songs serving as the movie’s theme and soundtrack. Therefore, the new album had to be released before the movie hit theaters.
Fortunately, they still had enough time before the movie’s release.
“Okay,” Andrew nodded, without any further words.
“When the new album is released, if it sells well, let’s go on vacation for relaxation,” she suggested.
Andrew rested his arm lightly on the steering wheel, glanced at her, and chuckled, “So confident in yourself?”
Resting her chin on her arm, she replied seriously, “Having dreams is always good. What if they come true?”
“Indeed, they will come true,” Andrew smiled warmly in response.
Since he gave her the wish card, it seemed like he had become the little girl’s wishful angel.
The car stopped in front of the hotel where the crew was stationed. With little time to spare, Isabella hastily pushed the door and got out, rushing towards the hotel entrance.
“Isabella!” Andrew suddenly called out to her.
“Is there something else?” Isabella turned around, looking puzzled. He stepped out of the car, swiftly walked up to her, and, before she could react, wrapped his arms around her waist, bending down to kiss her soft red lips.
Isabella widened her eyes and made a token resistance before letting him kiss her.
Thankfully, Andrew didn’t linger too long. After a brief embrace, he let her go.
“Again, what’s gotten into you? It would be troublesome if the paparazzi caught us,” she scolded him, blushing, and then hurriedly ran into the hotel.
Andrew stood at the hotel entrance until her figure disappeared from view before turning abruptly.
Across the wide street corner, parked on the other side of the road, there was a flashy Ferrari.
Henry sat in the car, his hands clenched into fists on the steering wheel. Even from a distance of over ten meters, he could feel the danger and coldness in Andrew’s eyes when he looked in his direction.
On the passenger seat lay a large bunch of air-freighted champagne roses, their ostentatious color and enticing fragrance now feeling exceedingly ironic.
Henry rolled down one side of the window, furious, and flung the flowers out.
Then, hitting the accelerator, the car quickly sped away.
Henry drove around most of the city before finally returning to the Turner family estate.
In the hall, he unexpectedly found Andrew sitting there.
He rarely returned to the estate, and even Jacob and Hannah’s personal invitations might not have persuaded him.
Henry stood at the doorway, a self-mocking smirk tugging at his lips. He hadn’t expected himself to be so influential that even his younger uncle would make this trip personally.
“Back already. Take a seat,” Andrew’s blue eyes slightly narrowed as he gestured to the seat opposite.
Henry casually strolled in and sat down in a single-seat nearby, even crossing his legs. “Young Uncle moves quite fast. Are you going to take everything I have eyes on?”
“My things?” Andrew raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly, his hands loosely crossed in front of him, exuding a deep, cold demeanor. “Are you referring to the Turner family conglomerate, or… Scarlett Taylor?”
“You, how did you…” The name Scarlett Taylor instantly bewildered Henry. He stiffened, retracting even his crossed legs involuntarily.
He had never revealed his feelings for Scarlett to anyone, not even his parents. How did Andrew know? Could he read minds!
“Wondering how I know?” Andrew’s blue eyes slightly narrowed, their depth seeming to penetrate the soul, giving an air of dominance as if he controlled everything.
Just a Henry, how could he ever be taken seriously by Andrew.