Day 2Isabella and Olivia were on their way to the club.Although the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry were somewhat exaggerated, female celebrities and investors often couldn't avoid contact. Once in good terms, being taken care of was not uncommon.As they rode in the car, Isabella kept a cold expression, making Olivia sigh."Can you not act like a child? If you really don't like it, just go in, handle it reluctantly, then find an excuse to leave," Olivia said.Isabella kept looking out of the window, remaining silent.Olivia, feeling increasingly helpless, continued, "It's customary for female stars to accompany investors for meals in the industry, usually arranged by the company. I've made excuses for you many times before, but this time, you have to come. Many of the films you've acted in were funded by these people. In other words, they are your patrons."Olivia was similarly averse to this situation, but one had to accept reality; being excessively proud would only
Considering that all the patrons present were untouchable, she couldn't afford to cause trouble for Olivia, so she had to grit her teeth and bear it. Then, her arm suddenly jerked, pretending to accidentally spill the drink. Some of the alcohol splashed onto Brandon's arm, and some sprinkled on her skirt. Panicked, she stood up in disarray and hurriedly apologized. "Sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr. Brandon, I really didn't mean it." She apologized while quickly using a tissue to wipe his arm. Originally, the drink had only landed on his arm, but in her hasty attempt to clean it, it stained his shirt and trousers. "No need, I'll take care of it myself." he feeling annoyed, held his hand out to stop her from helping any further. Brandon smiled as he dried his arm, maintaining silence throughout. Even though he knew this girl had done it intentionally, he couldn't pick a fight over it; that would be uncouth. He subconsciously glanced at Isabella, not missing the cunning flicker in he
Andrew's fingertips went empty, lifting his gaze calmly back to her. He concealed his emotions deeply, his face remained composed as he also extended his hand. At this moment, Isabella's neck flushed again, just like the last time he bit her neck, and her body inexplicably softened. She took a deep breath, steadying her pounding heart. He seemed to sense her unease, his gaze appraising her expression, his eyes focused and... intense? She found it odd that he seemed to capture her emotional changes every time. Isabella turned her head away, avoiding eye contact. However, his palm landed on Isabella's thigh, a few slightly cool long fingers even slipping under her skirt. Isabella's eyes widened, her heartbeat quickening; his touch made her body even hotter. She glared at him warningly, taking a slight deep breath to avoid any embarrassing actions. Isabella wore a pure white knee-length skirt today, with a few red wine splatters resembling red plum blossoms on the skirt. Ignoring he
If he was only irritated before, now he was thoroughly provoked by Isabella. He was not someone who easily made promises. What he gave her wasn't just a flimsy wishing card; it was a commitment. He grabbed her arm. Her wrist was delicate, so he refrained from exerting too much force, fearing he might hurt her. "Let go!" She struggled to break free from his grip. But he turned her around, pressing her against his chest, his voice restrained. "Isabella, do you ever think before going out? Do you know who those people are? If they had taken advantage of you, there wouldn't have been a place left for your tears!" The only thing Andrew was grateful for now was that the private club was their family's property, and Ryan happened to be there today, only then discovering that Isabella was mixing with Brandon and his associates. Brandon wasn't from Ithaca town; not much was known about him. But he was well aware. Like him, Brandon had a military background, held a decent position, and h
At the same time, Andrew was entertaining clients at a high-end club.Today's client was a bit demanding, drinking like it was water. His stomach wasn't great, and he usually didn't overindulge in alcohol. But if he didn't drink, the other party would think he was disrespectful.It was the first time Andrew couldn't handle himself at the drinking table.By the time the socializing was over, it was almost dawn, and the sky was beginning to brighten.He walked out of the club's gate, leaning against the corridor's pillars. Waves of abdominal pain radiated subtly. He lit a cigarette, quickly calming down. His handsome face displayed an unaffected calmness.He had a habit of not displaying emotions on his face."Mr. Andrew, you don't look too good. Shall I take you home?" the driver respectfully said.He nodded, just as he took a step forward, the pain in his abdomen surged again. His tall figure wobbled down the steps. If it wasn't for the quick reflexes of the driver catching him, he wo
Ryan saw Isabella was truly anxious, which indicated she still had some conscience left. He turned back to the car, took out paper and a pen from inside, and wrote down the hospital's address and room number. She took the address and turned to leave. She practically raced to the hospital, running two red lights and nearly causing an accident, but finally arrived at the hospital in the fastest time possible. Following the address, she found Andrew's hospital room and rushed in almost without thinking. Inside the room, Andrew lay quietly on the bed, his deeply chiseled features taking on a pallor. He slept deeply, but even in slumber, his brows furrowed slightly. There was an IV tube inserted into the back of his hand, and the cold liquid slowly dripped into his body through the veins. She couldn’t gauge the severity of his injury, but the thought of potential danger to his life made tears stream down her face. She held his cold hand, tears falling one after another onto the back
Isabella, rarely submissive, passionately embraced each other on the not-so-spacious hospital bed. At this difficult-to-separate moment, there was a sudden knock on the ward's door, and a calm female voice came from outside. "Andrew." Andrew had heard this voice for over twenty years, incredibly familiar—it was his eldest sister, Layla. Reluctantly leaving Isabella's lips, he said, "It's my sister. Do you want to meet her?" At this point, Isabella's cheeks were flushed, breath uneven. She looked unpresentable and definitely not fit to meet anyone, let alone his family. "I'll hide in the bathroom; you get rid of them quickly," she hurriedly got off the bed, trotted and slipped into the bathroom. Sitting up straight, he gazed at the tightly closed bathroom door, faintly smiling. Subconsciously, he extended his fingertips, gently brushing his lips, which seemed to retain her scent. His mood instantly improved, even his voice lacked its usual depth as he said, "Please come in." T
Isabella's car was parked in the hospital parking lot across the street. She drove, taking Andrew back to the apartment. Amelia took Asher to his early education class and wasn't at home. The two of them had to prepare dinner by themselves. Andrew was a patient, so she couldn't let him cook. She could only brace herself and walk into the kitchen. Anyway, as long as he dared to eat, she dared to make. She wasn't adept at cooking, which wasn't entirely her fault. Her mother was elegant and skillful in piano, wine appreciation, painting—she excelled in almost everything but cooking. Naturally, she didn't groom her daughter to be a chef. Later, Charlotte married her father, and to play the role of a good wife and mother, she was even less likely to cook. The kitchen was stocked with various ingredients, but Isabella felt a headache looking at the raw vegetables and fresh fish and meat. She held her phone, browsing Baidu recipes, learning and cooking at the same time, barely managi