“It belongs to Ryan. Originally intended as a gift for his girlfriend, but they broke up right after it arrived by sea shipment,” Andrew explained.
“I feel uneasy accepting such a valuable gift,” Isabella hesitated.
“He ordered the car, but I paid for it. You don’t need to worry about it,” Andrew chuckled.
“Then I’ll accept it,” Isabella smiled like a little fox. She wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about the car, but occasionally having something new wasn’t bad either.
As the car pulled up in front of the recording studio, Andrew’s phone began to ring. He picked it up to answer, hearing his assistant Nathan on the other end.
“Boss, the meeting has been delayed by half an hour. Should we reschedule? Also, there’s a new acquisition project waiting for your handling when you’re back…”
Seeing him engrossed in work, Isabella unfastened her seatbelt intending to quietly get out of the car, but he caught her arm.
He continued talking on the phone, not releasing her wrist.
Five minutes later, after ending the call, he looked at her with a warm and smiling expression.
“Is there something else?” Isabella looked at him, puzzled.
“Yeah,” he responded and suddenly leaned in, kissing her on the lips.
She had applied sweet-scented lip gloss before leaving, and he seemed quite taken by the taste.
Allowing him to kiss her for a while, she eventually couldn’t stand his relentless pace and pushed him away.
“Ugh, annoying. You’ve messed up my makeup,” she frowned.
Andrew chuckled, lightly wiping his lips with his long fingers, now covered in glittery substance.
Isabella smiled, handing him a tissue, and pushed open the car door.
Before getting out, she heard him say, “I’ll pick you up tonight.”
“Okay,” she replied, stepping out in high heels and hurrying towards the recording studio.
Only after her figure disappeared did Andrew restart the car’s engine.
When Andrew was alone in the underground parking lot, Brandon and his two sturdy bodyguards suddenly attacked him.
At that moment, Andrew was about to get into the car when one of the black-clad bodyguards, wielding a baseball bat, swung it towards the back of Andrew’s head.
Fortunately, being a werewolf, Andrew’s vigilance was higher than an ordinary person’s. Spotting the faint reflection on the car window, he swiftly sidestepped, evading the attack. Otherwise, a blow to the back of his head with the bat would have left him either dead or severely injured.
Brandon was notoriously ruthless, and Andrew had underestimated him; he hadn’t expected Brandon to be so audacious.
In fact, on the day Andrew took Isabella away, Beta Ryan had given Brandon a potion called “FSBT12” developed by a secret group of werewolves to erase human memories. This was to ensure that the existence of werewolves remained concealed from human society as they had actively interacted with humans over a century ago.
Engaging with the two bodyguards, Andrew held his own without any disadvantage despite being outnumbered.
Brandon had stayed inside the car, initially not planning to get involved, wanting his bodyguards to ambush Andrew and beat him to a pulp as a form of retribution.
Therefore, Brandon didn’t remember Andrew revealing his werewolf nature.
The ambush failed, and the two bodyguards were no match for Andrew. Brandon couldn’t stay idle. He retrieved a military-grade dagger from the front compartment of the car and stepped out, gripping the weapon.
Also coming from a military background, Brandon might have had a lazy stint in the military, but over the years, he had honed his skills, especially with a weapon in hand.
Andrew effortlessly balanced the odds against the three of them.
The scuffle in the garage was noticed by the security, who promptly alerted the authorities.
Realizing he was at fault, Brandon didn’t dare escalate the situation and prepared to make a getaway with his two bodyguards.
His two subordinates made a quick escape, but Brandon was targeted by Andrew. Without any help, Brandon clearly wasn’t a match for Andrew. Andrew raised his foot and kicked away the military-grade dagger in Brandon’s hand. He fiercely pressed him to the ground, snapping his right arm, kicking his abdomen several times, causing him to cough up several mouthfuls of blood.
Shortly after, the police arrived and took both of them into custody.
Due to Andrew and Brandon’s special identities, the ordinary police officers didn’t dare to detain these two big shots. After making a symbolic record, they politely asked the two to leave.
Isabella got wind of Andrew’s fight at the police station and immediately rushed over, leaving her work behind.
Standing at the entrance of the police station, she saw Andrew walking out with a cut lip and blood stains on his shirt.
His demeanor was cold and tough, not showing the slightest sign of distress. Even so, it was enough to make Isabella distressed.
“Andrew,” she rushed into his embrace, and before Andrew could react, she was already crying profusely.
“I’m fine, let’s talk at home,” he indulgently rubbed her head, half embracing her, and together they left the police station.
Because of his injury, instead of returning to the apartment, they went to a seaside villa.
“The medical kit is in the third cabinet on the left side above the kitchen,” Andrew instructed Isabella while sitting on the living room sofa.
She hurried into the kitchen and quickly fetched the medical kit.
The medical kit contained various medicines. She first disinfected his wounds with iodine and then carefully applied medication.
“Do you really not need to go to the hospital?” she asked, still worried.
He shook his head, “Just flesh wounds. You know, I’m a werewolf, and I heal quickly.”
“How did you know I was at the police station?” he asked again.
“Ryan told me,” she replied truthfully.
He frowned slightly, somewhat blaming Ryan for meddling.
“Andrew, did I cause trouble for you?” Her doe-like eyes shimmered with teardrops, anxiously watching him.
She knew Andrew’s special status. Even though werewolves were stronger than humans, they still had to conceal their identities in human society. If humans discovered the existence of werewolves, it would cause turmoil in the world.
He smiled warmly, reaching out to rub her head, “I’ll handle it. In the future, you’ll be good, okay?”
She nodded in agreement. “I’ll go cook, you rest in the bedroom for a while.”
Andrew was very skeptical about whether Isabella cooking would result in the kitchen catching fire.
He reached out and pulled her onto his lap, resting his forehead against hers. His voice was low and hoarse as he whispered, “Let me hold you for a while.”
She smiled, her delicate arms wrapping around his neck. The rose-colored lips brushed against his handsome face, kissing his firm lips lightly before withdrawing.