Waking up the next day, Isabella felt sore all over, as if she might fall apart.
The sunlight outside the half-opened curtains poured in, causing her eyes to squint. She instinctively reached out to block it and turned, coming into contact with a sturdy chest.
She opened her eyes to find Andrew’s enlarged handsome face already awake, propped up on his elbow, looking at her.
“Good morning, mate,” he greeted.
She instantly sobered up, recalling their conversation from yesterday. He was a werewolf, and she had mated with a wolf!
She immediately sat up.
He also sat up, embracing her bare back. “Isabella, don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
She almost wanted to cover her face. The thought of her mating with a wolf and potentially having wolf babies as a human felt strange.
“Andrew, you said you’re a werewolf. Do you have a tail?” she stammered, realizing her throat was dry.
“Do you want to see it?” His blue eyes fixed on her expression, attentive and affectionate.
Shyly, she nodded, and then he grabbed her hand and slid it down to his abdomen. Feeling the soft, smooth fur, Isabella widened her eyes, as if electrocuted. She wanted to retract her hand, but he held it firmly, sliding it further down.
“How does it feel?” His voice seemed to bewitch her.
“Um… uh, I, I…” She became even more embarrassed, not expecting Andrew to be so bold and unabashed.
Just as she was figuring out how to respond, he kissed her, and their naked bodies entangled again.
Afterward, Isabella smiled warmly at him, clinging to him like an octopus. “Andrew, do you still love me?”
“What do you think?” Andrew raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on his lips.
“I want to hear you say it.” Her arms looped around his neck, sounding coquettish.
“Yes, I love you.” Andrew gazed into her eyes, the expression in his blue eyes sincere and serious.
“I love you too.” She hugged his neck, embracing him. “Andrew, you’re not allowed to lie to me in the future.”
“Of course.” He nodded in agreement. At this moment, regardless of whether her love was genuine or not, he chose to believe in it.
She smiled contentedly, radiant and warm. Her rose-colored lips took the initiative to kiss his slightly cool ones, and her fair legs rubbed against him, making Andrew feel hot all over.
“So clingy, still want more?” Andrew brushed away her stray hair from her forehead, his smile ambiguous, and then genuinely turned over and embraced her.
Her hands rested on his chest, her doe-like eyes showing a hint of panic. “No more, can you spare me for today?”
She pleaded pitifully, and Andrew had no intention of actually doing anything to her, just teasing her.
He chuckled, pinching Isabella’s chin, asking, “What about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” Isabella deliberately stretched her tone, thinking to herself, “Tomorrow’s worries are for tomorrow. She promised herself to hide in the recording studio and not return tomorrow.”
“Get up and eat something. It’s uncomfortable to sleep on an empty stomach,” Andrew said, sitting up. He already had on a fitted T-shirt and picked up pants from the floor, slipping them on.
Isabella sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, almost naked underneath. After her shower yesterday, her changed clothes were still left in the bathroom. The shirt she wore, belonging to him and taken off by him last night, lay on the living room floor.
She was about to ask Andrew to get her some clothes when she saw him open the drawer beneath the bedside table and take out a black card, handing it to her.
She stared at the inconspicuous card in front of her, her smile gradually stiffening, her face turning pale and unpleasant.
“Andrew, what do you mean?” She looked up at the tall, straight man before her, a hint of moisture gathering in her eyes.
She thought between men and women, it was quite a transactional relationship. Climbing onto the bed so eagerly, she somewhat blamed herself for being humiliated by him.
“Throwing money after sleeping, what do you take me for?” Isabella coldly laughed, reaching out to take the card.
Andrew knew she had misunderstood. Ignoring her resistance, he directly reached out to embrace her.
“What do you think of yourself?” He held her in his arms, kissing her eyes, tasting a hint of saltiness. “You’re my mate, my son’s mother, my future Luna.”
Andrew’s tone carried some helplessness, mixed with a faint smile. “Human men only give their secondary cards to a woman they want to spend their lives with, which is equivalent to entrusting their entire wealth to her.”
Blinking her large watery eyes, Isabella was filled with disbelief. Suddenly, she felt the black card in her hand was heating up.
This was the heir’s secondary card of the Turner family, with several zeros in the account. It would probably take quite a while to count all the money inside.
“Then as a male werewolf, how do you treat your mate?”
“Mark her, brand her with my scent.”
“Mark?” She asked, puzzled.
“Yes, I did it a long time ago.”
“Hah?” Isabella was even more confused. “Wait, Andrew, what does that mean?”
Andrew smiled but didn’t say anything. He had marked her a long time ago, but she didn’t know. Now, he didn’t plan to bring it up again, or she would get angry.
“I don’t want to go to work today.” Seeing he didn’t respond, Isabella lazily lay back on the bed.
Anyway, they understood each other’s hearts now. She wouldn’t dwell on his identity and race, as long as he stayed by her side forever.
“What’s wrong?” Andrew asked concernedly.
She directly pulled the blanket over her head, muttering from inside, “There’s so much money in the account that I don’t have to work hard. I can just be a canary at home.”
“That’s all you want?” Andrew helplessly chuckled. He reached to pull the blanket from her face, afraid she might suffocate.
Her dense, long eyelashes blinked as she looked at him. “I never had lofty ambitions. I just want to live a good life with the man I love.”
She reached out and embraced his neck, tilting her chin, saying confidently, “From now on, what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine, right?”
“Yes.” Andrew laughed and agreed with her. Then he stood up, walked to the closet, and pulled out a striped shirt, handing it to her.
“Put this on first. The secretary will bring your clothes over later.”
“Okay.” Isabella put on his shirt and then, barefoot, went into the bathroom to freshen up.
She came out of the bathroom and found Andrew still in the house, rushing over to hug him again.
“Be good, have your meal first; it’ll get cold otherwise,” Andrew helplessly laughed, peeling off the octopus clinging to him.
Seeing her fair feet stepping on the floor, he remarked, “There are no women’s slippers in the villa. I’ll ask the secretary to prepare them in advance next time.”
Isabella actually didn’t like wearing slippers; the solid wood floor wasn’t cold.
“You should have the secretary bring medicine when sending clothes. You didn’t take precautions last night.” Isabella reminded him.
Andrew had brought her to the villa on impulse and naturally didn’t prepare condoms in advance.
“I’ve already given the order.” Andrew said, “I’ll keep two boxes of condoms here next time. It won’t happen unexpectedly again.”
“Stop, who said I want to get intimate with you again?” Isabella retorted with a blush. Wearing his shirt, she walked out of the bedroom, barefoot.