After the passionate kiss, Isabella leaned against his chest, her cheeks slightly flushed, “Andrew, are you here this time to spend the night with me?”
The smile on his lips deepened, and he suddenly lifted her up horizontally, striding towards the bedroom. “You’ll find out in a moment,” he whispered in her ear.
Then, he tore her dress apart, lightly nibbled her neck, and teased her with his tongue. She moaned in pleasure, and he slowly moved his lips to her chest, his tongue tracing her nipples.
“Hmph, Andrew,” she shivered and straightened her back.
He chuckled and squeezed her other breast with his right hand. “Isabella, do you like this?”
She shyly wanted to cover her eyes, but he widened his mischievous smile. In the darkness, his eyes gleamed, revealing the vertical pupils of a wolf.
Curiously, she reached out to touch his eyes, but he caught her hand with his large palm.
“Isabella, don’t touch a werewolf’s eyes during sex…” His voice was both sexy and dangerous, leaving her stunned for a moment.
Then he lowered his head, gently nibbled her breasts, licked them, and spread her legs wide. While she was lost in ecstasy, he thrust into her fiercely, making her legs tighten, causing her vagina to contract suddenly, and his cock felt so good being clamped, his veins bulged as he thrust harder.
Isabella was entangled with him for most of the night, and in the end, she fell asleep under him… rather unceremoniously.
She slept until the afternoon of the next day.
Fortunately, her scenes the next day were all night shoots. She slept comfortably until she woke up naturally.
She opened her eyes and found herself alone in the bedroom, the space beside her empty.
Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, she sat up in bed wrapped in a blanket.
Andrew’s clothes were still there, indicating that he hadn’t left.
She put on her clothes, got out of bed barefoot, and pushed open the door to leave the bedroom.
Next to the bedroom was the bathroom, and the sound of water could be heard faintly from inside. He was taking a shower.
She ran her hand through her disheveled hair lazily and sat on the sofa, about to turn on the TV, when the doorbell rang.
“Isabella, it must be room service,” Andrew’s voice came from the bathroom.
“Okay,” she replied and went to the door.
Outside the door was indeed a hotel waiter delivering food.
“Madam, here’s your meal, and this is the bill,” the waiter handed the check to Isabella.
“Okay, one moment,” she replied and went back to get money.
Andrew’s wallet and phone were on the coffee table in the living room. As she reached for them, a photo fell out of a hidden compartment, landing on the floor at her feet.
She bent down to pick it up and found it was a picture of her and Asher. It seemed to have been taken with a phone, showing her and Asher playing on the grass.
The angle of the photo was excellent, capturing them both beautifully despite being taken with a phone.
She turned over the photo and saw two lines of small handwriting on the blank space behind it: “Meeting her, he became very low, so low that he was in the dust, and flowers bloomed from the dust.”
The bold and freehand writing was signed “Andrew Turner.”
This deep and aloof Alpha, yet hiding a photo of her and her child in his wallet and writing such a deep declaration of love on the back of the photo.
Even if Isabella’s heart were made of ice, it would have melted by him. Holding the photo, she felt her vision blur slowly.
The delivery person had waited for quite some time at the door, probably becoming impatient, so they knocked to urge her.
She snapped back to reality, hastily stuffing the photo into her wallet, grabbed the money, and walked to the door. Handing the delivery person three hundred and fifty dollars, she smiled and said, “No need for change.”
“Thank you,” the delivery person happily left.
She closed the door, turned around, and walked into the room. He had finished showering, bare-chested, standing in the living room.
His gaze was lowered, looking at the wallet on the coffee table. He had always had a good memory, almost instantly knowing if someone had touched his belongings.
“I didn’t have cash, so I used your money to pay for the delivery,” she said.
“Well,” he replied, bending down to pick up the wallet from the coffee table, casually flipping it open and taking a glance inside. Then, his expression seemed somewhat unnatural.
He knew she had seen the photo.
However, neither of them mentioned the photo afterward.
Isabella opened the food boxes one by one. Seeing all her favorite dishes, her eyes lit up.
Her stomach had been growling with hunger for a while now.
Andrew put on a shirt and sat down at the table. They faced each other while eating, and Andrew was still considerate enough to pick food for her.
“When are you going back?” she asked while eating.
“At six o’clock,” he replied.
“Okay,” Isabella said, picking up her phone to check the time, which was one thirty in the afternoon.
“After dinner, you can spend more time with me,” she put down her phone and said with a smile.
He picked up a piece of salmon and put it in her bowl, his blue eyes filled with a smile, his tone ambiguous, “How would you like me to spend time with you?”
She playfully glared at him, continuing to eat while blushing slightly.
After dinner, they sat together on the sofa and watched the movie “Titanic.”
Andrew and Isabella leaned against each other on the sofa, her head resting on his shoulder, legs dangling off the edge of the coffee table, looking lazy and relaxed.
The movie lasted nearly three hours, and her eyes were slightly red when it ended.
“You cry so easily,” he chuckled lightly, wiping away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes with his cool fingers.
“This movie is so beautiful,” she sighed.
He smiled faintly but didn’t comment. Women are sensitive by nature. As a man, he tended to manage emotions and relationships more rationally.
He had spent time watching a movie with her, and it was almost time to leave.
The car was parked at the hotel entrance. She watched him get into the car reluctantly, only feeling a little lost when the car disappeared from sight before returning to the hotel.
Olivia had booked another room to rest last night and only returned after Andrew left.
“You look so good. Did Andrew treat you well last night?” Olivia teased.
Isabella’s cheeks flushed slightly but she ignored her.
Afterward, they went to the set.
As they entered the filming site, the cast and crew from various departments were taking a break, each with a serving of Haagen-Dazs.
Olivia didn’t hold back at all and took four boxes at once.
Isabella took one from her, opened it, and asked while eating, “Did the director give out treats? He’s so generous to treat us to Haagen-Dazs.”
Olivia looked at her in surprise and said, “Don’t you know? It’s your Mr. Andrew treating. His assistant, Nathan, sent them over. There are several boxes, as if they’re free.”
Isabella: “…”
No wonder everyone on the set looked at her with strange eyes; it turned out her man was causing trouble again. Andrew probably wanted everyone on the set to know they had spent the night together!
Thinking about the relentless work that lay ahead after this show, she felt a bit overwhelmed.
“What’s wrong? You seem off,” Olivia asked, picking up her glass of water.
Isabella hesitated for a moment and then said seriously, “Olivia, I want to get married.”