When Isabella returned to the apartment, both Asher and Amelia had already gone to bed, leaving only the light in the study on.
She kicked off her high heels, gently pushed open the door to the study, tiptoed in, and approached Andrew from behind, covering his eyes with her hands.
Andrew’s vision instantly went dark. He smirked slightly and covered her soft, delicate hand with his own. “How old are you and still playing such childish games?”
Taking hold of her hand, he pulled her into his arms.
She fell against his chest, her face charming, and her arms naturally wrapped around his neck. “Did you miss me?” she asked.
“Yes,” he embraced her, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth. “You came back so soon?”
“Just wrapped up filming and rushed back. Tomorrow is Asher’s birthday.” She finished, excitedly asking, “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”
“Just a kid’s birthday, ordered a cake, and a trip to the amusement park should do,” Andrew replied.
Asher was still young, so a big celebration wasn’t suitable. Besides, Isabella was a public figure, and amusement parks tended to be crowded.
“Go to the amusement park?” She hesitated, “If we go as a family and get caught by paparazzi or fans, it’ll be troublesome.”
“No problem, we can go at night,” Andrew suggested.
After thinking it over, she agreed. The park would be less crowded at night, and the dim lighting meant she would be less likely to be recognized.
Resting against him, she let out a soft yawn, her face showing signs of fatigue.
He picked her up, left the study, and carried her straight to the comfortable bed in the bedroom.
“You’ve had a long day of flying, tired aren’t you? Rest early,” he kissed her forehead lightly and carefully covered her with a blanket.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?” she subconsciously grabbed his hand.
“Want to sleep with me?” His perfect smile carried a hint of mischief.
Isabella blushed, releasing his hand.
Andrew’s palm lightly caressed her tender cheek, his voice gentle, “You go ahead and sleep, I have some work to do.”
“Okay,” Isabella nodded, rolled over, and fell asleep.
She was genuinely tired, having flown most of the day and then facing off against the Harris family and Mrs. Ada mentally.
Isabella slept straight through until the next day.
It was barely dawn, the clock just striking six in the morning.
She was sleeping soundly when she turned over and fell into a warm, moist embrace. She instinctively opened her sleepy eyes and unexpectedly met Andrew’s intense, dark eyes.
“Waking up so early?” She murmured, noticing his wet hair, suggesting he had just showered.
Andrew couldn’t possibly have showered so early in the morning, so it was clear he hadn’t slept all night.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Six o’clock, I can still sleep with you for a while,” his voice was gentle, his strong arms already wrapped around her waist as he rolled over, pinning her beneath him.
Her consciousness was still in a half-asleep state, going limp under him like water. Her arms weakly wrapped around his neck, her whimpering sounding like a kitten, making one’s blood race.
Andrew had only been intimate with her once before, and after that, they held each other closely and drifted into a deep sleep.
Asher usually wakes up at 7:30.
Amelia is considerate and didn’t let the baby disturb Andrew and Isabella. She changed Asher into sportswear, took him to the congee shop at the community gate for breakfast, and then played with him in the nearby small apartment.
Isabella and Andrew woke up at noon.
Wrapped in the blanket, Isabella lazily lay in bed, not wanting to get up. Andrew had already showered and was standing beside the bed buttoning up his shirt.
“Our boss Andrew doesn’t need to go to work today?” She asked with a teasing tone.
“Hmm, giving myself a day off,” he replied. He had taken care of urgent matters last night and could now spend the day with them.
He finished buttoning his shirt and sat down by the bed, asking her, “What would you like for lunch?”
“Are you cooking?” She looked at him with a radiant smile.
Andrew was too busy and rarely cooked.
“Sure,” he nodded.
“Make something Asher likes,” she suggested, resting her chin on her hand.
“He’s just a little kid; how much can he eat? It’s said that on a child’s birthday, it’s the mother who suffers,” Andrew quipped.
That was quite a thoughtful thing to say. Isabella smiled, reaching to wrap her arm around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.
He ruffled her hair with his hand. “Get up; don’t be lazy.”
Only then did she sluggishly get out of bed, still wrapped in the blanket.
Lunch was lavish, but their son showed no interest in his father’s culinary skills, his eyes fixed on his birthday cake instead.
The cake was ordered by their assistant Nathan, who had been married for five years. His son was three years older than Asher, making Nathan quite an experienced dad. The cake was a two-tiered Peppa Pig design, with Peppa and her family happily lounging under a parasol, cute and lifelike.
Andrew lit the sparkler candles, and Asher, wearing a birthday crown, clapped joyfully, singing the birthday song with his parents.
Isabella took out her phone and switched to selfie mode, capturing a family photo.
The baby laughed heartily, his missing teeth showing. Andrew and Isabella kissed his left and right cheeks, a sweet and happy family of three.
Isabella cut the largest slice of cake for Asher, who ate it eagerly, getting cream all over his face and hands.
She wiped Asher’s face, with cream sticking to her fingertips. On a whim, she smeared the cream onto Andrew’s handsome face.
Laughing at her childish behavior, Andrew shook his head. He often found her antics amusing and perplexing.
After lunch, the couple watched cartoons with Asher for a while. After dark, the family of three headed out.
The nighttime amusement park was illuminated with neon lights, even more beautiful than during the day.
Isabella held Asher’s hand as they entered the park, only to find it completely empty.
“Andrew, did you rent out the entire park?” She was astonished.
Being wealthy indeed had its perks; they could splurge as they pleased.
“This amusement park is partially owned by the Turner family consortium. They closed it for half a day for maintenance,” he casually explained, holding Asher’s little hand as they walked.
The nighttime amusement park was beautiful, and even for Isabella, a grown woman, it was enticing. However, there weren’t many attractions suitable for a child like Asher.
They rode the Ferris wheel, played on the carousel and bumper cars, and then Asher started yawning.