The flight Andrew was on was delayed, and it landed less than five minutes after the concert ended. He hurried out of the airport.
A black Bentley was waiting for him at the airport entrance.
“Boss,” Nathan stood beside the car.
“Give me the keys,” Andrew said in a low voice.
Nathan immediately handed the car keys to him.
Andrew silently got into the car, pressed the accelerator, and the car shot out of the airport like an arrow.
The airport was in the suburbs, at least an hour’s drive from downtown. By the time he arrived at the concert venue, it was already empty.
He walked into the concert venue alone, randomly chose a seat, and sat down. The surroundings were silent and empty, adding to the loneliness.
He silently lit a cigarette, letting it burn between his fingertips, the smoke flickering in the dim light.
His deep blue eyes were calm, devoid of any emotion except for a hint of exhaustion and loneliness in his brow.
Just as the cigarette burned halfway, the lights above suddenly came on.
A spotlight fell on the stage, where stood a slender woman,
Isabella hadn’t removed her makeup yet, wearing a white long dress, her makeup as cold as snow, beautiful and cool.
She held a microphone in her hand, perhaps a little nervous, gripping it tightly as her heart beat restlessly in her chest.
Even though there was only one audience member in the audience, she felt more anxious than when there were thousands of people just now.
She lifted the microphone slowly, without any musical accompaniment, and sang softly.
Isabella’s voice was as clear as her person. As the song ended, he sat in the audience, clapping gracefully.
The monotonous applause echoed faintly in the vast space.
Onstage, she smiled sweetly, and they gazed deeply at each other across the distance.
His deep blue eyes contained countless brilliant lights, brighter than the lights above.
She stood on the stage, still holding the microphone.
“Do you remember the movie ‘Titanic’ we watched not long ago? There are two lines in it, ‘You jump, I jump. My heart will go on.’ Andrew, my heart will belong to you forever. As long as you hold my hand, I’m willing to follow you for the rest of my life.
Andrew, I want to be with you forever. Do you… will you?”
Her voice echoed in the empty concert venue.
Andrew had been sitting in his seat all along, supporting his chin with one hand, a quiet smile on his lips.
After a brief silence, he stood up from his seat and walked onto the stage.
He stopped in front of her, and because of their height difference, she could only look up at him, her eyes blinking with anticipation.
She had been sleepless for several days, racking her brains to come up with these cheesy words. At least Andrew should be touched to the point of tears, right?
However, the reality was, he stood in front of her, smiling at her, and took off his coat to wrap around her exposed shoulders.
“It’s so cold today. Wearing a low-cut dress, aren’t you cold?” His tone scolded her, just like a father scolding his daughter.
Isabella stood still, thinking to herself: Where’s the emotional moment I was promised?
“The flight was delayed, and I missed your concert. Everything went smoothly, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, it was a great success,” she replied, looking up at him with a hint of pride.
“Well, that’s good. Let’s go home,” he said, taking her hand and walking down the stage together. It was as if he was afraid she would do something unexpected again.
They walked out of the concert venue together. The long street was empty, and the dim street lights added a sense of desolation.
“The car is parked at the next intersection. Let’s walk,” he said.
“At the entrance, you could have parked closer. Why park so far away?” she looked puzzled. It was freezing cold in the middle of winter, and every step was chilling.
He lightly pursed his lips, smiling without saying a word. There was no sign of him feeling cold at all.
She glanced at him helplessly. He was only wearing a shirt, with a British-style knitted cardigan on top. Holding her hand with one hand and a cigarette in the other, he looked absolutely elegant.
“Let’s go,”
She took a step forward, subconsciously wrapping her thick coat tighter around her. It seemed like his warmth was still lingering on the coat, keeping her warm.
They walked hand in hand on the cold and empty street, their shadows stretching behind them under the streetlights.
They remained silent along the way. After walking a long distance, Andrew finally spoke, “Just holding your hand like this is enough, right?”
He lifted their clasped hands, smiling at her.
She subconsciously stopped, raised her eyebrows, and nodded.
He smiled faintly and continued walking with her.
At the intersection, a black Mercedes was parked by the side of the road.
The driver saw Andrew approaching from afar and immediately got out of the car, respectfully opening the door. Actually, the driver was confused at the moment. Nathan clearly said that Boss had taken the Bentley, so why did he suddenly ask him to come and pick them up? The mindset of rich people was indeed different from that of ordinary people.
Andrew and Isabella got into the back seats.
“Go to the seaside villa,” Andrew said to the driver.
“Go to the Harris family,” Isabella corrected impatiently.
Andrew glanced at her, his eyebrow raised slightly.
“False dad David wants to hold a celebration for me and asked me to come back,” she sighed.
He lightly pursed his lips. Although he didn’t say anything, the air around him noticeably cooled down a few degrees.
The driver in front didn’t dare to decide on his own and habitually asked, “Mr. Andrew…”
“Go to the Harris family,” he said emotionlessly.
The car stopped in front of the Harris family’s villa. Just as Andrew was about to get out of the car, Isabella pushed him back into the car.
He raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled and a little annoyed.
“David might pull some tricks again. It’s troublesome for you to go in. I can handle it myself,” she said.
He nodded slightly, indicating his agreement.
“I’ll come to pick you up in two hours,” he said again.
“Okay,” she nodded. She took off the men’s coat she was wearing and threw it to him, then hurriedly ran into the villa. Without the warm coat, this weather could really freeze someone to death.
She rushed into the villa in a hurry, only to find that it was unusually lively inside. Besides her own family, many guests had also arrived, most of them were influential figures.
She stood at the door, momentarily surprised. When did David, a deputy mayor, become so influential!
“Isabella’s back.” David saw her and greeted her with a smile, unusually coming over to welcome her himself.
“Where’s Andrew? Didn’t he come with you?” David’s eyes kept drifting behind her.
“Andrew has something to attend to. He’ll come to pick me up later,” she replied.
David’s smile faded instantly, replaced by a hint of reproach in his eyes.
Isabella immediately understood. So, it turned out that David had invited these people under Andrew’s name. He was really playing the role of Andrew’s father-in-law-to-be quite well.
Fortunately, she had just stopped Andrew from coming in with her, otherwise, she would have been used as David’s pawn again.