When Isabella didn't have to work, she loved to sleep in, especially after last night's activities with him. Every time they tangled in bed, she would sleep especially soundly that night. Indeed, physical activity helped with sleep, especially the kind on the bed. She slept until noon the next day, awakened only by the alarm. She had two more scenes to shoot in the afternoon, so she couldn't keep lounging in bed. Isabella sat up in bed, stretched her arms, and gave a big yawn. Then she got up and freshened up. After her shower, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she frowned at the bruise marks on her neck. She had to wear a costume in the afternoon, and if she couldn't cover these marks, she'd be embarrassed. She applied a thick layer of foundation on her neck to hide the marks, but it took up a lot of time. She changed clothes and hurried downstairs. Surprisingly, she saw Andrew dressed in casual wear, sitting on the living room sofa reading the newspaper. "You don't h
"Henry, haven't you heard the saying: 'To avoid being known, one should not act'?" Andrew's back straightened against the sofa as he spoke calmly, "So, the person secretly aiding her all these years wasn't you?" "What if it was! I do like Scarlett, but I've never done anything I shouldn't have with her." Henry deliberately raised his voice, attempting to sound confident, but his tone was noticeably unsteady. "You know Scarlett has had a hard time these past years, yet you stood by and watched. After all, she had feelings for you." Henry protested. "Are you suggesting that I should thank her for betraying me?" Andrew sneered. "You know she was manipulated by my parents..." Henry blurted out in his haste, visibly flustered after the words left his mouth. Seemingly unperturbed, Andrew's lips twitched slightly as he continued, "Does that mean she wasn't at fault?" Though a trap set by the cunning Thomas couple, Scarlett wasn't forced into it; she succumbed to temptation herself. "W
"Henry, you must be mistaken," Isabella blurted out randomly. Her mind was in chaos, even more so her heart. At the moment, she didn't want to think about anything; she just wanted to go home. She had to find her unemployed drifter and ask him directly. If he dared to lie to her, she promised she would beat him so badly even his own mother wouldn't recognize him. Oh, she almost forgot, she couldn't beat him. In her anxious attempt to leave, Isabella was suddenly grabbed by the arm by Henry. "Henry, what do you want? Let go of me!" Isabella growled, feeling a bit out of control. "Well, today, I'm in a good mood, so I'll take you to meet your boyfriend again," Henry said, dragging her firmly towards the exit of the Western restaurant. "Huh?" Scarlett asked. "Henry, what about me?" "You can go to the banquet first; I'll find you later," Henry threw back at her. Scarlett: "..." Henry's red Ferrari sports car parked directly in front of the Turner family conglomerate's office build
Andrew's eyes contained deep restraint, suppressing all emotions in front of her to avoid losing control. "Isabella, I never claimed to be an unemployed drifter; that was your subjective assumption. In the prenuptial agreement and the custody transfer agreement I gave you, there were provisions for property distribution and financial compensation for you, but you never bothered to look. From the start, I never intended to deceive you." "Andrew, do you still have the nerve to justify yourself?" Isabella's body trembled uncontrollably with anger. "All my questions to you were clear, and your answers were ambiguous. It was your subtle influence that led me astray. Even when I asked about your background and family, you never explicitly told me who you really were. In two years, you had plenty of opportunities to be honest, but you weren't." "I admit I wasn't entirely honest. I selfishly hoped that you'd love Andrew, the person, not the baggage that came with me. But, Isabella, except
Ryan thought Andrew's worry was unnecessary. With Isabella's skills, the chances of trouble were really slim. He stood at the alley entrance, bored, smoking a cigarette. After finishing his cigarette, Isabella hadn't stopped. The two people lying on the ground had their voices weakening, breathing less and exhaling more. Ryan was afraid she might cause a fatality. He dropped the cigarette butt and hurried over, reaching out to grab Isabella. However, she already had red eyes. She swung a fist at him, and if Ryan hadn't dodged quickly, he might have had his face rearranged. "Stop hitting. It'll be messy if someone dies," Ryan said, grabbing Isabella's arm and exerting some force to pull her out of the situation. Isabella slumped by the roadside, refusing to move, hugging her knees and crying softly. Ryan had a headache. He was now certain that the girl was seriously drunk. Ryan was at a loss about what to do with her, so he called Andrew to come and pick her up. The bar wasn't
"In a while, call back. Let's talk about us first," Andrew said, looking at her with a deep, helpless gaze. "Isabella, how can I make you let go of me?" Isabella gazed deeply into his profound blue eyes, a touch of cold sarcasm curling her lips. "Andrew, isn't that something I should be asking you? How can you let go of me?" "I can't let go," Andrew replied firmly, his expression serious and solemn. "Since Asher was born, it's impossible for us to completely sever ties. Initially, I just wanted to make do with you; after all, most people get by that way. I thought I could control everything, but emotions aren't something I can control. I don't easily fall for someone, but once I decide, I won't let go." "Andrew, have you no shame? You won't let go. Are you planning to drag me to my grave?" Isabella was furious. "If I die, you can remarry. But after your death, we'll be buried together. That, I'll instruct Asher," he said matter-of-factly, utterly serious, with no hint of jest. I
Isabella vented her frustration and dashed to the corner to pick up her phone. Holding the non-functional phone, she felt both dejected and hurt, cursing Andrew several times in her heart. After finishing work in the evening, she directly withdrew a hundred thousand dollars in cash from the bank and then carried the money home. As soon as she entered, she saw Andrew sitting on the living room sofa, watching the news. She kicked off her shoes and marched over angrily, directly throwing the cash she held onto him. "Three months' worth of living expenses, spend it," she said. The money landed on Andrew's long legs, then fell to the floor, scattering all over. He picked it up and turned off the TV. The room instantly fell silent. His deep blue eyes gazed silently at her. Isabella felt a bit flustered under his gaze; her recent behavior was indeed impulsive. After a brief silence, he spoke indifferently, "Asher hasn't slept yet. Go keep him company." She moved her lips as if wanti
"In what situation could it still be? The filming has wrapped up, and the crew is celebrating next door. Our little sister-in-law is also there," Charles said in a lowered voice. "The movie hasn't premiered yet, what's there to celebrate?" Ryan remarked. "My movie is definitely going to be a big hit. What's wrong with celebrating in advance?" Charles shot him a glance and said, puzzled, "But little sister-in-law is next door, and the boss is here drinking alone." "They're having a cold war," Ryan said. "Why are they arguing again?" Charles felt a headache coming on. It's just a woman, and all this drama exhausts him just by watching. "Can it not be a problem? Our boss has a strong sense of pride. Being used as a stepping stone by a girl, how can that feel good?" Ryan sneered in response. "What's going on?" Charles asked, confused. Ryan then recounted to Charles everything he had heard outside the door. After hearing it all, Charles snorted. "I've said it before, anyone who fa