On the weekend, Isabella arranged to go with Andrew to see her new movie.
She emerged in casual attire, while he was already dressed neatly. Unusually, he wasn’t wearing a suit, but instead, dark jeans and a smoky gray, long trench coat, lacking the usual solemnity of his formal attire, looking more like a 25-26-year-old young man.
She was casually dressed, wearing a skirt and a pink coat over it, with a black mask covering her face. Her long hair cascaded freely.
“Let’s go,” she said, taking his hand as they headed out.
Andrew drove, and they arrived at the cinema at 9:30 PM, perfectly on time.
Ticket exchange, buying snacks and drinks, were all handled by Andrew alone. Isabella stayed close behind him.
After nine o’clock, there were few people watching the movie. In the spacious theater, only a few individuals were scattered around.
Isabella booked a couple’s seat, so she and Andrew sat together alone. There was only one couple seated in the back row, and almost no one else in front of them.
Exactly at ten o’clock, the lights in the cinema went out, leaving only the big screen flickering. The atmosphere for watching the movie was set.
The new movie was primarily a comedy. Even though the film narrated the cheating history of a scumbag, amidst the affair, a series of comical incidents occurred, resulting in intermittent laughter in the auditorium.
As Isabella had already witnessed these funny bits during the filming process, she found nothing particularly amusing now. As for Andrew, he naturally had a high sense of humor but wasn’t suitable for comedy movies.
Both of them watched the big screen relatively quietly. Isabella sipped her bubble tea with a straw, faintly hearing urgent and heavy breathing from the seats behind.
Her cheeks blushed slightly, and she subconsciously glanced at Andrew. She only saw his handsome profile, his deep blue eyes focused on the big screen.
The screen was showing a scene where Isabella emerged from a pool, her long legs moving gracefully, drops of water cascading from her body. She looked like a beautiful and captivating mermaid, both innocent and alluring, attracting everyone’s attention.
Shortly after the movie premiered, Charles complained to him. The netizens’ attention to the movie itself surprisingly didn’t overshadow Isabella’s beauty. Currently, the most talked-about aspect of the film online was: “This supporting actress is incredibly beautiful.”
Throughout the film, the male and female leads almost became supporting roles.
Andrew squinted his eyes, seeing Isabella’s smile on the big screen, truly a smile that could enchant everyone.
He shifted his gaze to his girl sitting beside him, her head lowered as she sipped her drink. He could only see her smooth forehead and rosy lips.
The heavy panting sounds from the seats behind occasionally entered their ears. She suddenly lifted her head, and their eyes unexpectedly met.
Isabella noticed what seemed like a hidden fire burning in his eyes. Her habit of biting her lower lip caused the straw to fall into her half-empty tea cup. Her red lips pouted slightly, her beautiful eyes tinged with innocence.
He took the half-empty bubble tea from her hand and dropped it into a nearby drink holder. Then, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other on her knee, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.
Her mouth still carried the sweet fragrance of the bubble tea, and the kiss was deep, giving a sense of irresistible desire.
Eventually, as they were kissing, the lights above them switched on, and the movie ended. People began leaving the theater one by one.
Isabella pushed him away, her cheeks as red as a shrimp. She glared at him, bashful.
“Do you want to make the headlines again?” she teased.
Andrew chuckled and gently ran his slightly rough fingertips across her flushed lips. “Even if you do make headlines, I’ll be with you.”
Isabella: “…”
She thought to herself, she’d rather handle it on her own; at least, it would cause a bit less commotion.
After the movie ended, Andrew and Isabella walked out of the theater hand in hand.
The night breeze was slightly cool, but both of them were dressed warmly enough, so they didn’t feel particularly cold.
Isabella stood on the steps, looking at the empty and quiet street, suddenly feeling a desire to take a stroll.
She descended the steps, tugging Andrew to turn left.
“The car park is on the right,” he stopped, looking slightly puzzled at her.
“Our home is on the left,” she tilted her chin up, “Anyway, the car’s there, and we’re here. You can choose between me or the car.”
“Walk back?” Andrew chuckled. “The cinema is four kilometers from the apartment and eleven kilometers from the villa. Are you sure you can walk that far?”
As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Isabella’s ten-centimeter high heels.
“Don’t underestimate me,” Isabella jumped off the steps, marching straight ahead to the left.
Andrew could only smile and follow along, taking her hand from behind. They walked hand in hand along the long street, the orange streetlights trailing behind them, casting long and occasional intersecting shadows, reluctant to leave each other.
Her steps were small, so he slowed down to accommodate her pace. Occasionally, she looked up at him and smiled.
“Andrew, did you enjoy the movie?” Isabella suddenly asked.
“You looked enjoyable,” Andrew replied seriously.
“…,” Isabella was speechless and asked in a different way, “Do you not have any thoughts about the plot?”
“…,” Andrew’s mind wasn’t on the movie at all. He didn’t even watch most of the movie; half the time, he was kissing her. He only roughly knew that the film narrated the story of an ordinary man cheating, leading to the breakdown of a marriage.
“Let’s hear your thoughts on it first,” Andrew replied with a counter-question.
Isabella’s pretty eyebrows slightly furrowed. What thoughts did she have? She had plenty.
“The male lead in this movie really portrayed a scumbag. He has no moral bottom line. A married man, being entangled with an ex, is the most shameful. If they love each other, why break up? If they’ve broken up, the man should remarry, and the woman should move on. Why act so affectionate and clingy to the past? His wife is truly wronged. Should she be doomed to be harmed by him?”
Andrew patiently listened without expressing any opinions. He never commented on other people’s lives.
After she finished speaking, the topic suddenly shifted, “Andrew, you’re not in contact with your ex anymore, right?”
He stopped, looked at her with narrowed eyes. The little girl had said so much; turns out, she was setting a trap for him.
“I don’t have the habit of lingering after a breakup,” he replied.
“That’s good,” she nodded somewhat satisfied, “A few days ago, a woman inexplicably called you ‘brother-in-law.’ If someone else appears later calling you ‘husband,’ or even worse, if a child calls you ‘dad,’ I won’t know whether to cry or laugh.”
Andrew chuckled, indulgently ruffling her hair. “You’re so fond of wild thoughts, beware of developing delusions.”
Sticking out her tongue at him, she held his hand and continued walking forward.
He elongated his strides, continuing the previous topic, “The relationship between men and women can easily sour, so it’s better to keep a distance. Since a breakup, the best result is being strangers. So…”
He deliberately slowed down his tone, his deep gaze fixed on her. As for the rest of the content, she needed to figure it out herself.
Fortunately, Isabella wasn’t too foolish and quickly guessed what Andrew wanted to say.
Since a breakup, the best result is being strangers. Therefore, she and James should also keep their distance.
Realizing this, Isabella glared at him fiercely. Andrew was indeed a possessive alpha male.
Therefore, both of them tacitly avoided continuing the topic about their exes.
They walked side by side for a while, and Isabella began to feel foot pain. Her high heels were starting to hinder her.
Andrew grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her into his chest. “Tired? Should I carry you?”
Isabella still had a stiff expression, hesitating for a moment.
Then, she climbed onto Andrew’s back. He wrapped one arm behind to hold her and carried her high heels with his other hand, striding steadily along the long street step by step.
“Andrew, can you tell me a story about your Shadow Clan werewolves?” she asked slowly, leaning against his back.
“Of course,” he replied without hesitation. “The Shadow Clan werewolves began migrating a hundred years ago. We used to live in the mountains more than two hundred kilometers away from here…”
“More than two hundred kilometers in the mountains?” she was extremely curious, stretching her neck.
“Yes, the road to the mountains is winding and complex. Unless led by a werewolf, humans cannot enter.”
“It’s truly amazing. I can’t imagine that in modern society, there are still such secretive places,” she seemed to recall something, her tone becoming cheerful. “Andrew, can you transform into a wolf?”
“Of course.”
“Wow, can you transform right now and show me?”
Andrew: “…”