Isabella drove to the entrance of the spa resort in the northern suburbs. The main gate of the resort was semi-open in design, but it was under 24-hour surveillance, ensuring high security. The guard at the entrance had already received notice and respectfully guided Isabella inside the resort. The resort occupied a vast area, so small open electric cars were used for transportation inside. The guard drove the electric car, carrying her to the racecourse. Stepping out of the car, Isabella saw Andrew's tall and slender figure from afar. He was dressed in a dark blue polo shirt, fitted jodhpurs, and tall riding boots. In his hand was a specialized riding crop. His tall stature exuded a commanding presence. Standing beside him was a man in his forties, similarly attired in riding gear, looking spirited. The two were engaged in conversation. From a distance, Isabella couldn't hear what they were saying, but they seemed to be having an enjoyable discussion. Upon seeing Isabella, Andr
Isabella's soft arms slowly wrapped around his neck again, her head leaning back against the same spot on his chest, her voice playfully tinged with a hint of pride, "The feeling of the heartbeat, I want to hear it again." Her little head nestled against his chest, a tingling sensation spreading right into her heart. Andrew's hands rested on her shoulders, gently pushing her out of his embrace. His self-control occasionally faltered in front of her, and it wasn't wise to tempt himself here. "That's enough, don't take advantage," Andrew's long fingers lightly grazed her nose. Both his actions and tone were filled with indulgence. She looked up at him, a coquettish smile on her face. "Are you hurt?" he asked again. She shook her head. Despite falling into his arms, she hadn't even grazed her skin. Only then did he relax, taking the reins in hand. "Do you still want to ride?" Before she could answer, a playful male voice came from behind them, "Andrew, embracing so openly in broa
Andrew drove back to the apartment. Isabella was sitting at the table in the dining room, resting her chin on her hands, waiting for him. The table, however, was bare. "Long wait?" He took off his suit and walked over, looking at her with gentle eyes. "Andrew, I'm hungry," she said. "What do you want to eat?" he asked. "There are plenty of ingredients in the fridge. You cook, and I'll eat," she ordered him confidently. He faintly chuckled, realizing that accompanying her for dinner meant he would have to cook for her. "Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon," he said, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he walked into the kitchen. Due to limited ingredients and time, Andrew simply prepared two servings of spaghetti. Nonetheless, they looked and tasted good. Isabella took the fork and knife, indulging in the pasta. After relishing the taste, she smiled, her eyes and eyebrows arched, resembling an adorable fox. "How does it taste?" he asked. "It's quite delicious. You should try it..
He let her bite, showing no intention of evading, a faint, indulgent smile lingering on his lips. He patiently waited for her to release her grip. A bright red plum blossom adorned the snowy white shirt on his shoulder. Andrew casually glanced at it, his deep eyes devoid of any ripples, as if the person bitten wasn't him. "Done biting? Well then, it's my turn," he said and immediately enveloped her in his arms, passionately kissing her lips like a storm. His kiss was domineering and reckless, making her lips numb, her breath becoming increasingly erratic, even feeling like she was on the brink of death. Before she could suffocate, he finally released her lips, moving on to kiss her cheeks, chin, beautiful collarbone, and further down. Meanwhile, his restless hands ignited fires across her body. It was evident that simple kisses and caresses no longer satisfied him; he wanted more from her. Although Andrew usually had good self-control, being in the heat of the moment with raging
Wrapped in a large towel, she walked out of the bathroom, lying directly on the bed, feeling drowsy. But she was promptly pulled up by him. "Dry your hair before sleeping. Be careful not to catch a cold," he said while picking up the hairdryer. She half-lay on the edge of the bed, squinting like a lazy cat. She allowed the hairdryer to hum beside her ear, lost in thought. Her gaze fell on a partially open drawer, where a box of unpackaged condoms lay inside. Isabella vaguely remembered when they were intimately involved, he simultaneously kissed her while reaching for the drawer. "When did you buy these?" she pointed to the drawer and asked. "A few days ago," Andrew casually replied. In fact, he had bought them the day after their last encounter. "Who allowed you to buy these!" She covered her face, irritated. The sight of the box felt glaringly inappropriate. She couldn't comprehend why he bought such a large box; at least it seemed enough for dozens of times. "I don't parti
After the day's shooting ended, Isabella didn't have any scenes the following day. Normally, when she didn't have scenes, she wouldn't obediently stay on set. She'd always find a way to sneak back home. Unfortunately, she ended up caught in traffic. Isabella boredly listened to music in the car, her mind wandering. At this time, what could Andrew and Asher be doing? Oh, she almost forgot about how he intercepted her call last time; she hadn't settled that score yet. Every 12th of the month, James would send the company's financial statements to her, usually along with a call to explain things. And coincidentally, the day Andrew put her to sleep under the pretext of blow-drying her hair was the 12th. James called in the morning, but she was sound asleep and didn't hear it. Who would've thought that Andrew would answer the call for her, almost as if he wanted everyone to know they had slept together? James subtly inquired, and Isabella didn't conceal anything. For adults in relatio
Joshua didn't rush to get into his car; instead, he stood by the vehicle and spoke to Andrew. "The young girl is quite likable," Joshua said with a smile. Andrew's lips tightened slightly as he smiled subtly. "Living with her should be enjoyable," Joshua continued. He seemed to faintly hear Isabella and Asher playing together. The heartwarming scene made even him feel soft and warm, let alone Andrew. "However, there are pros and cons to everything. With your significant age gap, there will definitely be a generation gap. Girls of her age still indulge in their parents' embrace and act wilfully. Now, you're practically taking care of two children; it's bound to be a bit tough," Joshua explained. People in high positions like Joshua were usually quite insightful. With a single glance and a few words, they could make a fair judgment about someone's character. Isabella hadn't been in the kitchen for long when Andrew followed her in. When he emerged, there were still traces of cookin
Before she could finish speaking, Andrew removed the face mask from her face. After removing the face mask, he leaned in for a kiss. "Andrew, be honest with me," Isabella protested, kicking her slender legs against his chest and whimpering. But evidently, there was a huge difference in strength between men and women. Her resistance was nothing more than a playful act to him, which added some excitement. She struggled weakly, only able to plead, "Stop, please, I'm tired..." She had worked all day, and she was afraid that if this man continued to bother her at night, she might not see the sunrise tomorrow. It would be one thing to die from overwork, but dying in bed was too embarrassing. "If you're tired, just rest quietly. I can manage on my own; I don't need your cooperation," he murmured in a magnetic, husky voice, his lips continuously pressing against her soft and fragrant lips. She was most afraid of hearing his voice in bed. His voice was too pleasant, low and deep, like a