The area of this villa is quite spacious, built by the seaside, with an estimated total area of at least a thousand square meters.
Last night, when they arrived, it was already dark, and they were both in a bad mood, so tangled up that she hadn’t had a chance to take a good look at the villa.
Isabella only now had the mood to appreciate this house.
She stood on the solid wood staircase, her curious eyes looking around.
The design of this villa was somewhat avant-garde, and she vaguely felt like she was in a medieval castle. However, the interior decoration of the villa was not heavy, and it couldn’t even be called luxurious extravagance.
But having grown up amidst luxury, she still had an eye for quality. Whether it was the decoration or the furniture in the villa, none of it was cheap.
Even the paintings on the walls and various porcelain decorations in the living room, she had vaguely seen them in some auction catalogs.
She didn’t understand antiques, so she couldn’t really tell if they were authentic or not. But given Andrew’s status, the things in this house were definitely not counterfeit.
Her unemployed wanderer status had suddenly transformed into a man standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid. Although she had accepted the reality, she always lacked a sense of reality.
“I can’t believe it, you are really this wealthy.”
Andrew didn’t speak, he just hugged her tightly, trying hard to make her feel the reality.
“Andrew, the day I left the Turner family consortium, I went to your house,” Isabella slowly opened her eyes, her golden eyes focused on him. “Mrs. Hannah said you were just playing with me.”
Andrew didn’t say anything, his blue eyes clouded.
“How can I prove it’s not a game?” His voice was warm and hoarse. “Isabella, let’s get married.”
At that moment, she couldn’t help but feel moved, but she decisively shook her head.
“Don’t you want to marry me?” His palm supported her shoulder, sounding disappointed or dejected.
Isabella grabbed his hand, smiling gently at him. “At least not right now.”
She could almost imagine with Andrew as her son-in-law, how David, that greedy man, probably wished to cling to him and suck his blood like a leech.
“There are too many ghosts in the Harris family, greedy ghosts, bloodsuckers. I’m afraid you’ll be entangled and unable to get away,” Isabella spoke truthfully.
Andrew smiled warmly, lightly brushing her nose with his long fingers. “I’m not so easily entangled.”
“As for the Harris family’s matters, I want to handle them myself. Don’t interfere,” she tiptoed and gave a peck on the side of his face, “Sorry to keep you as my clandestine lover.”
“Stubborn.” Andrew shook his head helplessly. He was always at a loss with her. “You don’t mind what Hannah said?”
She stepped on his foot with her bare feet, nestled in his arms, and murmured, “I’m not dumb. Can’t you see that Mrs. Hannah and Henry are deliberately trying to stir things up? I won’t let them have their way.”
“And yet you still quarrel with me?” Andrew asked with a wry smile.
“You deceived me for so long, shouldn’t you receive some punishment?” She said firmly, revealing a row of small white teeth, biting him on the shoulder, but this time without using much force.
He held her tightly in his arms, burying his head in her hair, greedily inhaling her scent. With his lips near her ear, he huskily said, “This isn’t punishment, you’re torturing me.”
She nestled in his arms, giggling softly.
“Let’s go back inside; it’s not good to stay in the sea breeze for too long,” Andrew rubbed her head and said.
The sea breeze at this time of the season still had a chill, especially since Isabella was only wearing a thin shirt.
“Okay.” Isabella nodded, clinging to his back as he carried her back to the bedroom.
As soon as they entered the room, the doorbell downstairs rang.
Andrew went downstairs to answer the door.
Standing outside was not the secretary; Ryan was holding a clothes bag in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
Andrew leaned against the side of the door, looking relaxed. “Do you think the secretary is unreliable, so you came to deliver the clothes personally?”
“You know me too well,” Ryan replied with a smile. He wouldn’t admit that he came to watch the excitement.
Ryan ignored Andrew’s disapproving look and casually entered the room, sitting down on the sofa with the bag in hand, even crossing his legs.
“Is this your way of surrendering? Alpha, can’t you be a little more reserved?”
Ryan had known Alpha for almost as long as they were childen, so he knew the significance of this villa to him. Alpha brought Isabella here and even had the secretary deliver clothes today. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they had been up to last night.
After being vacant for many years, this invaluable villa was finally going to have a hostess.
Andrew ignored him, walked over, picked up a bag, and glanced inside.
“Amelia sorted everything out, ” Ryan said.
“The clothes are here, you can leave now,” Andrew said coldly, tossing out the sentence before turning and heading upstairs.
Isabella was going to the recording studio in the afternoon, so after changing clothes, the two of them left together.
Andrew’s vehicle was a black Maybach. There was also a Bentley and a Lamborghini in the garage, but he rarely drove them.
She sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery pass by on both sides of the road, feeling relieved that the car wouldn’t get scratched anymore.
“I heard that Jacob’s youngest son has more cars in his garage than women have shoes in their closets,” Isabella joked, tilting her head.
“It’s not that exaggerated,” Andrew replied, pursing his lips. He had seen the number of shoes in Isabella’s closet; it wasn’t a hundred, but it was still quite a few.
“Most of them were ordered from abroad under the pretext of being for me by Ryan and the others. I don’t have too many requirements for cars, as long as they perform well.”
“Okay,” Isabella replied, not very knowledgeable about cars.
“‘I remember there’s a red Maserati in the garage imported from abroad, more suitable for a girl to drive. I’ll have the secretary find the keys for you tomorrow,” Andrew added.
“You have cars in the garage for girls?” Isabella asked, instinctively suspicious that it might have been prepared for a former fiancee but was never given.