Andrew bent down and kissed her forehead, then gracefully picked up his shirt from the floor and put it on without pressing her further about her laughter.
There’s quite a generation gap between them, and the young girl always has some peculiar thoughts in her mind. Since he couldn’t figure it out, Andrew didn’t want to waste time on it.
As long as she wasn’t thinking about leaving him, he was willing to indulge her in anything else.
She nestled in his arm, her bright eyes looking at him. Andrew’s features were deep, but his expression hid a hint of weariness.
“Are you tired?” She reached out her slender fingers to stroke his eyebrows.
“Am I tired or not, don’t you know?” He held her delicate hand, kissed it lightly, his smile mixed with a hint of playful ambiguity.
Blushing, Isabella glared at him, “You know what I mean isn’t this.”
Of course, Andrew knew she was referring to his work.
He had finished his two-week work plan five days early to rush back to see her. For days, he had slept less than three hours each night.
Of course, she would never know this. Proud Andrew wouldn’t show weakness to a woman.
“I’m okay,” he replied warmly.
“With so much money, why work so hard?” She looked at him with confusion and concern in her eyes.
He couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out to tousle her slightly disheveled hair. “Silly girl, being in a high position isn’t always stable. Many people are eager to pull you down. ”
Hearing this, she couldn’t help but sigh. Indeed, the rich also have their own troubles.
“I’ll go run the bath, you can shower and then sleep,” he said.
Isabella lazily nodded from the bed.
Andrew filled the bathtub with water and carried her into it. She enjoyed a comfortable bath and then slept soundly till the next day.
Just as dawn broke, Isabella’s phone rang loudly.
Andrew sat up, picked up the phone from the bedside table, and handed it to her.
Still half-asleep, she subconsciously pushed it away, turned over, and continued to sleep.
He chuckled and pointed to the green answer button on the screen.
On the other end of the line, Olivia’s voice burst out angrily, even louder than the phone’s ringtone. “Isabella, what are you up to now? Why not just kill me? The whole world knows about Andrew’s furious outburst for his beloved, reporters are even camping outside my house…”
“She’s still asleep, is there anything else? I can pass on the message,” Andrew’s deep, magnetic voice remained calm but authoritative.
Olivia fell silent immediately. After a brief pause, she spoke politely, “M-Mr. Andrew, although a short separation is sweet, Isabella has a performance at the Christmas party tonight. Could you please wake her up later? I’ll pick her up in an hour.”
“Sure,” Andrew replied before hanging up.
He placed the phone back on the bedside table and turned to find Isabella looking at him with sleepy eyes.
“Are you awake?” A smile played at the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah,” she responded softly, lazily crawling out from under the covers. “Olivia’s call?”
“Yeah, she’ll pick you up in an hour,” he answered.
“In an hour? What time is it now?” she asked.
“Seven o’clock,” he replied.
“Olivia should be picking me up for the Christmas show recording. It’s strange, after yesterday’s drama, I wasn’t dropped.” Isabella mused.
Andrew wrapped his arm around her slender waist, chuckling, “Who would dare to drop a woman of mine?”
She giggled playfully, teasingly pinching his handsome face, thinking to herself: this man is really domineering. But Mr. Andrew indeed has the capital to be domineering.
“I’m going to shower, make me a bowl of noodles,” she habitually ordered him.
Andrew seemed accustomed to being ordered around by his girl. He was the first to get out of bed, putting on his shirt and trousers.
Wrapped in a blanket, Isabella leisurely walked into the bathroom.
After her shower, with her hair down, Isabella descended the stairs. Andrew had already set a Italian steak on the table. His hands, with clearly visible knuckles, held the delicate porcelain plate, looking quite handsome.
“Why didn’t you blow-dry your hair?” He looked up at her, his voice low and sexy.
Smiling, Isabella approached, sat down at the table, and took a pair of chopsticks, devouring a large bite of steak. “It smells so good; I’m starving.”
Andrew shook his head helplessly, taking a towel to dry her hair for her.
After finishing her meal, her hair was almost dry.
She quickly went upstairs, opening the wardrobe to find it filled with new women’s clothing, many still with their tags on, all the latest styles from the WTC shopping mall. On the third floor, there was a large suite specifically for storing her clothes.
She chose a high-necked sweater that would cover the marks on her neck, then put on a cashmere coat and left on time.
Olivia’s car was already parked outside the villa’s ornate iron gate.
She opened the door, got into the passenger seat, and greeted Olivia with a flattering smile.
“Hi, Olivia.”
Olivia glared at her, pointing to her messy hair and wrinkled clothes. “Look at me! Those reporters almost devoured me alive. And there you were, leisurely enjoying yourself with Andrew at his villa.”
Blushing, Isabella explained, “It was an accident. If he hadn’t come, I’d be in the hospital right now.”
“What exactly happened yesterday?” Olivia asked, not believing it was an accident. How clumsy could Isabella be to fall off the stage?
“Bad luck, I was set up,” Isabella sighed, recounting the incident briefly.
Listening, Olivia’s eyes widened in surprise. Victoria, this sister of hers, was quite ruthless. “What’s your plan now?”
“Tit for tat. Since she cares so much about the Best Actress nomination, I’ll make sure she loses even the qualification to be nominated. Without hope, she won’t stir up trouble anymore.”
“You’ve planned it all out?” Olivia asked.
Isabella nodded, explaining, “Olivia, do you remember the incident where an actor under our company got caught for drug use? Everyone under the company had to get a blood test.”
Olivia nodded, recalling the big fuss that was made back then. She wasn’t forgetful; she naturally remembered it.