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Andrew was obedient, complying by sitting in the passenger seat. After fastening his seatbelt, he asked with a faint smile, "Not coming home with me?"

"I'm staying at the Harris family tonight. I'll be back with you tomorrow, be good," Isabella said, rotating the steering wheel with one hand while touching his handsome face with the other, her tone akin to coaxing a child.

Her car moved along the road, the atmosphere inside the confined space was tranquil, with the stereo playing a classic song, "Right Here Waiting."

Andrew was usually a patient person, but he'd never felt 'waiting' was so agonizing as he did now.

He thought, perhaps Layla was right; it was time for him to settle down with a wife who understood him.

Despite the numerous failed marriages in the Turner family, it didn't mean he would necessarily be a failure.

Quietly gazing at Isabella's profile, her skin was fair, akin to the most delicate porcelain. Her lashes were dark and long, fluttering like butterfly wings