“In a while, call back. Let’s talk about us first,” Andrew said, looking at her with a deep, helpless gaze. “Isabella, how can I make you let go of me?”
Isabella gazed deeply into his profound blue eyes, a touch of cold sarcasm curling her lips. “Andrew, isn’t that something I should be asking you? How can you let go of me?”
“I can’t let go,” Andrew replied firmly, his expression serious and solemn.
“Since Asher was born, it’s impossible for us to completely sever ties. Initially, I just wanted to make do with you; after all, most people get by that way. I thought I could control everything, but emotions aren’t something I can control. I don’t easily fall for someone, but once I decide, I won’t let go.”
“Andrew, have you no shame? You won’t let go. Are you planning to drag me to my grave?” Isabella was furious.
“If I die, you can remarry. But after your death, we’ll be buried together. That, I’ll instruct Asher,” he said matter-of-factly, utterly serious, with no hint of jest.
Isabella glared at him, exasperated by this shameless man who even planned to be buried together after death. It seemed like he wanted to haunt her even in the next life.
She pushed at his chest, but he stood like an immovable mountain, not budging an inch. “Andrew, if you don’t let go, I’ll bite you.”
“Up to you,” Andrew chuckled softly.
Then, quite unceremoniously, Isabella bit into his shoulder.
His shoulder muscles were firm and even, and though she bit with all her strength, it still felt rather good. Andrew remained silent as if he didn’t feel any pain, lowering his head to kiss her neck and fragrant shoulder, the two of them entangled like intertwined lovebirds.
When she released him, her mouth was filled with the taste of metallic blood, and a faint redness adorned her lips.
He looked at her with narrowed eyes, a hint of a smile appearing in his blue gaze. “Feel better now?”
She glared at him but didn’t respond, still not wanting to engage with him.
A brief standoff ensued between them. Suddenly, Isabella’s phone rang abruptly again. It was Oliver calling.
Oliver wouldn’t repeatedly call her without a reason, so it was probably something serious.
Answering the call, Oliver’s voice sounded choked. “Isabella, I broke up with my boyfriend. I’m moving out today. If you’re free, could you come and help me move?”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Hanging up, Isabella urgently tried to push Andrew. This time, she easily pushed him away.
Apparently, he had no intention of continuing to confine her.
“I made noodles. Have a meal before you leave,” he gently reminded.
She didn’t say anything but changed her clothes and walked into the dining room. She wasn’t planning to take her feelings to her stomach.
While she was eating, Andrew sat quietly across from her, watching her silently.
Halfway through her meal, she suddenly remembered not seeing Asher for the past couple of days.
“Where are Amelia and Asher?” she asked, looking at him.
“They’re at my sister’s place,” Andrew answered truthfully.
Isabella’s hand, holding the chopsticks, tightened suddenly, her tone cold. “Andrew, what do you mean by using my son to threaten me?”
“You’re overthinking. I just don’t want him to witness us arguing,” Andrew replied with a somewhat helpless tone.
Isabella didn’t say anything further; she lowered her head and finished the noodles.
When the bowl was empty, she left the table.
Downstairs, she realized her car wasn’t parked there. The compact SUV from her house was also missing, leaving only a black Lamborghini.
Isabella needed a car to help Oliver move, and it was inconvenient without one. So, she went back upstairs.
Andrew was in the kitchen washing dishes and turned at the sound of footsteps. “Something dropped.”
“Where’s the car?” she asked.
“The car’s parked at the bar entrance. Can you use the one downstairs for now?” Andrew rarely sounded so accommodating.
She didn’t say anything, which could be considered agreement.
Drying his hands, Andrew walked out of the kitchen and handed her the keys lying on the coffee table.
Holding the keys, Isabella unconsciously smirked, “This time, it’s borrowed from a friend.”
The Lamborghini Urus was worth at least three million or more.
“This car indeed belongs to Ryan,” Andrew replied.
“Then, were the ones I saw before all yours?” Isabella asked, trying to contain her anger. In her mind flashed a Porsche 911, a flamboyant Maybach, and the serious manner in which he had mentioned friends’ cars.
This liar had the nerve to claim he hadn’t lied to her.
“Yeah,” Andrew replied calmly.
…
After the drunken night’s disturbance settled, Isabella focused on recording songs.
Most of her time was spent in the recording studio, and she hadn’t returned to the Maple Leaf Road apartment, having minimal interaction with Andrew.
After a month of cold war, Andrew hadn’t even called her once, leaving Isabella so angry that she didn’t want anything to do with him.
Finally, at the end of the month, Andrew finally called. Isabella held her phone, looking at Andrew’s name flashing on the screen, feeling upbeat.
She thought, “Can’t hold back anymore, huh? Have the guts to keep ignoring me.”
She pressed the answer button, putting the phone to her ear but deliberately remained silent, pretending to be aloof.
“I didn’t receive this month’s living expenses,” Andrew’s clear and deep voice came through the phone.
After a moment’s confusion, she was suddenly furious. “Andrew, you called just to ask for money?”
“What else?” he asked nonchalantly.
Her eyes reddened with anger, thinking Andrew called because he missed her. Turns out, she was deluding herself.
“The heir of the mighty Turner family begging a woman for living expenses! Have you no shame?” Isabella was furious, almost shouting.
Compared to Isabella’s shouting, Andrew’s tone was unusually calm. “This was agreed upon from the beginning. For me, agreed-upon things never change in a lifetime.”
“Andrew!” She was about to retort but was interrupted again.
His voice was not loud, but it carried an overwhelming authority. “Transfer the living expenses into my account by tonight, or your son will go hungry.”
After Andrew finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Hearing the busy tone from her phone, Isabella lost control and threw the phone away. The pink phone collided with the hard wall, the screen instantly going black.