He carried her into the car and instructed the driver to start driving.
Isabella leaned against his chest, blinking her eyes as she watched the scenery outside the car window recede.
Throughout the ride, he remained silent, his aura cold and unreadable, showing no emotions.
She lifted her chin slightly, gazing at his handsome profile. His eyes were focused on the road ahead, making it hard for her to read his thoughts at the moment.
“Are you angry?” she asked cautiously, a hint of apprehension in her voice.
With a girlfriend as accident-prone as her, would he find it exhausting?
“No,” Andrew replied flatly.
How could he be angry with Isabella? He was just feeling a bit frightened. If he hadn’t arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
The distance of three meters, neither too high nor too low, anything could have happened. He didn’t even dare to think of anything worse.
His arm around her waist tightened subconsciously, his chin lightly resting on her head, his blue eyes deep and introspective.
Then, his phone vibrated in his suit pocket. He answered the call.
That was his assistant Nathan.
“Mr. Andrew, I just reviewed the surveillance footage from the scene. A dancer bumped into Miss Isabella from behind. That stage crew member had contact with Elysia’s assistant before the rehearsal. And before that, Victoria had been to Elysia’s dressing room.”
“Understood,” Andrew responded indifferently.
After hanging up the phone, he looked down at the girl in his arms, his gaze dark and profound. “You sister, let me help you deal with her.”
Upon hearing this, Isabella furrowed her brows. She knew this incident wasn’t as simple as an accident. With Victoria involved, someone would definitely get seriously hurt. From that height, even if she didn’t die, she would be severely injured.
She shook her head, not wanting him to interfere.
Andrew sighed almost imperceptibly, his hand lifting her chin. His touch was gentle, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment.
“Isabella, I’ve told you, I can do anything for you. You can choose to trust and rely on me.”
There were things he could handle more easily than she could. Even if it meant going to hell, he accepted it.
“I know,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling sweetly. “I think simply killing her wouldn’t be enough. I’ll take away everything she cares about and desires. That’s the real punishment.”
“Have you decided what to do?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Isabella nodded.
Andrew fell silent, retracting his gaze to look out the car window with an indifferent expression. After a while, he nodded, “Alright.”
The car stopped in front of the hospital. Despite Isabella repeatedly assuring him she was fine, Andrew insisted she undergo a medical check-up. Only after the doctor confirmed she was uninjured did he feel at ease.
Leaving the hospital, he dismissed the driver and drove her back to the coastal villa himself.
As soon as they entered the villa, Isabella clung to him like a flexible seaweed.
They pressed against the door, indulging in a passionate kiss. Halfway through, Isabella’s phone rang loudly with the sound of festive firecrackers, disrupting the moment. Ignoring it, she continued kissing him.
The ringtone was loud and annoying.
Andrew chuckled and pushed her away, “Answer the phone.”
“I won’t,” she said stubbornly, “It’s probably Olivia coming after me. After what you did, everyone knows about our relationship.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, his tone casual, “So what? How long do you plan to hide?”
“You think I enjoy sneaking around?” she rolled her eyes at him, “My father is really a vampire. I’m considering your safety.”
Whenever David is mentioned, Isabella unconsciously frowns.
Andrew raises his arm and gently smoothes out the frown on her forehead with his fingertip. “Don’t worry, David can’t stir up any trouble in front of me.”
After saying this, he lifts her up horizontally and strides towards the upstairs bedroom.
They fall onto the soft bed together, and she takes the initiative to unbutton his shirt.
He chuckles, with a gleam in his deep, bright blue eyes. “Do you want to sex with me?” His lips curve into a teasing smile.
“Don’t you want to?” She asks back, her face blushing red. Her hands clutch his shirt tightly.
Andrew smiles without saying a word, and desire deepens in his dim eyes.
He lifts her chin with one hand and leans down to kiss her lips.
The space on the bed expands as they wrap themselves in the blanket. Clothes are thrown onto the floor, and he shows her with actions how much he desires her.
They have been apart for nearly three months, each busy with their own lives. Andrew has always been cold and arrogant, not easily attracted to ordinary women. When he can’t see Isabella, he thinks of her in his heart, and when he sees her, his emotions are stirred.
At this moment, besides the intense desire after abstinence, there is also a deep-seated unease. Holding her, who had fallen from the high platform, he feels like they’ve survived a disaster. Only by holding her tightly and possessing her deeply can he feel real.
As soon as they touch the bed, Isabella senses that something is off. He is overly passionate and eager, almost rough and wild. He tears her dress into pieces, kisses her fiercely, and licks her tongue.
She does her best to cooperate with him. He opened her legs with satisfaction and fucked her hard with his cock. When she feels pain, she can’t help but whimper. He gently kisses the tears at the corner of her eyes, teasing her tongue with his long fingers, letting her bite and vent.
Their bodies are tightly pressed together, seemingly wanting to lose themselves in each other in this way.
Afterwards, Isabella is too tired to move. She lies on his chest, with a slight, enticing dimple at the corner of her smiling lips.
“What are you thinking? You’re smiling like a cat that stole cream.” Andrew chuckles, reaching out to the cigarette box on the bedside table subconsciously but putting it back, perhaps remembering she doesn’t like the smell of smoke.
She blinks her bright eyes and shakes her head. “I’m not telling you.”
Just now, she suddenly thought of him appearing at the rehearsal.
Andrew seemed to descend from the sky, and with a command, the dazzling stage turned into ruins. He held her, stepped over the debris, and left. Sparks flew from the short-circuited lights, blossoming into tiny gleams in his blue eyes.
Although he made quite a scene, at that moment, Isabella only felt that this Alpha was incredibly handsome.