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Andrew flinched slightly, feeling somewhat annoyed. Sometimes, when a person fabricates a lie, they need countless other lies to cover it up. That statement was indeed true.

He was racking his brains, trying to figure out how to explain why a painting worth millions was hanging in his room when he saw Isabella reach out and touch the canvas, saying casually, "The imitation techniques nowadays are really good; replicas look exactly like the original."

"..." He was momentarily taken aback, then chuckled softly.

Extending his arm, he gently pulled Isabella into his embrace.

She leaned against his sturdy chest. He lowered his head slightly, his warm breath falling on her snow-white bare neck, causing Isabella's body to tremble uncontrollably.

At that moment, he truly wanted to mark her. As a possessive werewolf, he believed his self-control was strong enough.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" he softly inquired.

Feeling uncomfortable being held by him, Isabella glanced down and saw his a