Before the accident, Isabella had no plans to get married for at least three years. But now, she suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore. Because life itself is filled with so many uncertainties, no one knows what will happen tomorrow. She was afraid of leaving regrets in her life.
“Well, let me know when you’ve decided,” Andrew lightly touched her nose.
Imitating her, Isabella reached out to touch his nose, and Andrew wrinkled his brows, dodging her, and the two of them playfully laughed together.
Then, the doorbell rang.
Along with the doorbell, there was Olivia’s voice.
“I won’t disturb you two. Isabella, don’t forget to change your bandage. Also, I’ve ordered room service for you. Have dinner in your room tonight.”
“Okay,” Isabella responded from inside the room.
Olivia even prepared dinner for them, obviously worried they’d wander around and cause trouble if seen.
“Underground love are quite complicated,” Isabella muttered helplessly.
Shortly after, a hotel attendant wheeled in a dining cart.
After dinner, Andrew changed Isabella’s bandages.
She sat on the sofa, holding the remote control, leisurely watching TV. He crouched in front of her, placing her leg on his knee, carefully changing her bandage and then rewrapping it.
After organizing the first aid kit, he was summoned by her to cut some fruit.
Andrew removed his jacket, wearing a striped shirt as he walked into the kitchen. Inside the fridge were watermelon, cantaloupe, and dragon fruit. He cut some of each, creating a fruit platter and placed it in front of her.
She was too lazy to reach out, simply opening her mouth, waiting for Andrew to feed her. He picked up a piece of red watermelon with a toothpick and brought it to her lips. She bit into it, her eyes curving in a smile.
“It’s sweet. Try some,” Isabella said. Her lips still had the fresh and bright watermelon juice on them, making her look very tempting.
Then, Andrew leaned in for a kiss. The taste of her lips was soft and sweet, making him somewhat reluctant to stop.
After kissing for a while, she pushed him away, “Stop fooling around; I want to watch TV.”
She said this, her gaze returning to the TV screen.
His charm couldn’t even compete with a TV drama, which made him feel somewhat frustrated.
He sat beside her, flipping through a book, while Isabella remained engrossed in the TV. Two episodes of the drama aired, and Andrew was completely ignored for an hour and a half. After turning off the TV, Isabella yawned widely.
“Feeling sleepy?” He smiled, putting down his book, bending down to lift her from the sofa, carrying her to the bedroom.
Both of them lay on the bed. Isabella’s bed was a 1. 5-meter-wide single bed, and Andrew was tall and large, making it a bit cramped. Fortunately, she liked sleeping close to him.
Nestling in his arms, she was still mischievous, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.
“Don’t be mischievous; I don’t want to bully the sick,” he said, catching her restless hand, kissing it lightly.
Isabella blinked her bright golden eyes, playfully saying, “Can the sick bully you?”
“How would you bully me?” Andrew raised his eyebrows, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
Then, Isabella’s soft arms wrapped around his waist, placing a kiss on his slightly cool lips.
Andrew, panting heavily, pushed her away, still holding her chin reluctantly.
Looking up at him, Isabella’s eyes shimmered with innocence.
Andrew’s heart raced uncontrollably as he buried his head in her hair, greedily inhaling the fragrance. “Stop teasing me. Don’t forget, I’m a wolf, and my restraint isn’t as good as you think.”
His voice was magnetic and husky, echoing in the quiet night like a softly played double bass.
Isabella felt like she was the one being seduced. She shifted her leg, wanting to rub against him, but accidentally grazed her injured leg, causing her to gasp from the pain.
“Behaving now?” Andrew held her firmly in his arms, preventing her from moving around.
She was locked in his embrace and obediently closed her eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, Isabella woke up to find the space next to her empty.
A pale blue note was left on the bedside table with Andrew’s strong handwriting on it.
He had taken an early morning flight, reminding her to take care of herself.
Isabella smiled as she picked up the note and got out of bed.
Shortly after, Olivia knocked on the door, bringing her breakfast. After finishing her breakfast, Isabella had to go back to the set to work.
The news of Isabella’s injury had become a hot topic online. Both the official social media accounts of the production team and Isabella’s studio released official statements confirming her injury and hospitalization. They thanked fans and netizens for their concern and announced that Isabella had returned to the set. Both the production team and the director highly praised her professionalism for continuing to work despite her injury.
Online voices in support of Isabella grew louder, praising not only her beauty but also her serious and responsible attitude towards work, calling her incredibly adorable. Many casual fans became die-hard fans.
Although Isabella suffered from her injury, she also gained a lot.
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On the other side, Andrew became the subject of criticism.
For a human woman, he left his work and returned to his country, causing the project he was negotiating in Germany to almost come to a standstill.
Layla was sent there temporarily, but she was not familiar with the German project. Even with Ryan’s assistance, they spent more than twice the time and effort to finalize the project.
Ryan accompanied Layla back, and she remained cold throughout the journey.
After landing, Ryan sent a message to Andrew, warning him to be prepared as a scolding was inevitable.
True to his expectations, when Layla returned to the company, the first thing she did was call Andrew into her office and reprimand him.
“If your mind isn’t focused on running the company, you might as well go back to Schenectady town,” Layla said coldly.
“Are you sure?” Andrew raised an eyebrow, looking arrogant.
Layla was momentarily speechless due to his unexpected response.
Andrew walked over, picked up a warm tea cup from the table, and handed it to her. “Sis, have some tea to cool down.”
Layla glared at him before taking the tea cup and taking a sip.
Andrew sat opposite her, casually lighting a cigarette.
Though Layla’s anger subsided a bit, she maintained a stern face and said seriously, “I don’t want to interfere with your love life, but there should be limits to everything. Look at you now, you’re completely… blinded by love.”