Isabella wasn't foolish and could easily discern that Mr. Jacob had no intention of accepting her as his daughter-in-law. She understood well that Mr. Jacob deeply held the belief that Turner family werewolves should not marry humans.Isabella lowered her head slightly and remained silent. In this situation, it wasn't her place to speak. Regardless of his acknowledgment, it didn't matter as long as the law recognized it."My wife is my own decision," Andrew said, sitting up straight and speaking calmly. "Although we are werewolves, our clan has integrated into human society for over a century. Some old rules should be abolished.""Are you defying me?!" Mr. Jacob's eyes widened in anger, and he shouted, "Andrew, you're getting more and more audacious. You have no respect for anyone!"The living room fell silent. Except for Mrs. Hannah and Layla, the others looked gleeful, as if enjoying a spectacle."Father, I respect you as an elder, which is why I brought my wife here today to meet y
**Suburban Cemetery**A black Mercedes-Benz slowly came to a stop. The car door opened, and the passengers stepped out one by one.Andrew, dressed in a pure black handmade suit, looked tall, straight, and handsomely aloof. Isabella wore a black dress and held a large bouquet of white lilies.The four of them walked step by step up the hillside along the stairs. Eleanor's grave was halfway up the hill. It didn't look much different from the last time they had visited. The tall pines and cypresses were still lush, swaying slightly in the wind. Because it was winter, the perennial flowers weren't blooming, making the scene somewhat bleak.On the tombstone, Eleanor's photo still smiled as brightly as ever. Perhaps only death could freeze a moment in life.Isabella slowly knelt in front of the tombstone, her trembling fingers gently caressing her mother's photo."Mom, I've come to see you. How have you been?"But the only response was the cold wind and the rustling sound of the breeze pass
Isabella and Andrew's wedding was held in Paris, France. According to Isabella's wishes, she only wanted the most important people to witness the happiest moment of her life. Andrew, who already disliked maintaining social relationships, could only smile and compromise.Therefore, this grand Parisian wedding had fewer than 20 attendees. The golden sunset light bathed the sandy shores of a secluded beach near Paris, the gentle sound of waves lapping the shore providing a peaceful natural melody, blending with the joyful atmosphere.Their wedding was intentionally kept private, with a short guest list consisting of their families and a few close friends who had shared their hardships. The wedding setup was simple yet elegant. White wooden chairs adorned with soft blue ribbons were neatly arranged in a row, facing an arch draped with delicate white roses and greenery.As guests arrived, they were greeted by a tranquil ambiance that felt almost magical. Beta Ryan, serving as the best man,
A week later, they flew back to Ithaca Town from Paris.Recently, they had been having frequent sex.One night, just as Andrew and Isabella were entangled with each other, there was a knock on the door from outside the room.Isabella hurriedly pushed him away, got out of bed, and quickly went to open the door.Standing outside were Amelia and Asher.Asher, dressed in cartoon pajamas and holding a stuffed toy, pouted slightly, looking so adorable it melted everyone's hearts.Amelia looked helpless and said, "Asher was crying and fussing, insisting on sleeping with you two.""Oh, okay," Isabella smiled as she brought Asher into the room.Andrew is sitting on the bed, looked at his son with a somewhat helpless expression."Daddy," Asher said, climbing onto the bed with his small arms and legs, hugging Andrew's neck and giving him a kiss. Then, he unceremoniously crawled under the covers.Andrew: "..."He felt it was necessary to have a good talk with his son. As a little man almost thirt
Back then, Mrs. Clark stormed in angrily. Emily thought they had compromised and arrogantly said with her chin raised, "Isabella had her wedding at a top hotel in Paris. As another daughter of the Harris family, my wedding shouldn't be any less grand. I didn't like any of the hotels in Ithaca town, but an Italian castle would be nice. If the standard is lower than that, I won't get married.""If you're afraid of being laughed at, then it's better not to have a wedding at all. Our Clark family is small and humble, and we can't compare to the Turner family, the head of the four major financial groups," Mrs. Clark said sarcastically."You, what do you mean?" Emily was a bit confused.Mrs. Clark sneered, "I mean exactly what I said. If you want to get married, get married. If you don't want to, then forget it."Mrs. Clark showed no mercy to Emily. And since Stellan was very afraid of his mother, Emily's wedding didn't happen in the end, and Mrs. Clark saved even ten thousand dollars.For
Andrew flipped through the photo album, turning each page slowly.Isabella's photos were all included, from her birth to when she was two years old, with almost daily pictures taken. She had indeed been raised like a little princess, always delicate and beautiful. Looking through the photos felt like watching a doll grow into a Barbie princess."Well, my dear little wife, you were always pretty," Andrew remarked as he closed the album."Of course," Isabella replied, tilting her chin up without a hint of modesty."Andrew, I don't think I've seen your childhood photos either," she added."I didn't take many photos when I was little. There are a few from my school days. I'll show them to you another day," he said.She smiled and nodded, then playfully pinched his chin and said, "Actually, I just want to compare your old photos. With such a devilishly handsome face, who knows if it's natural or the result of surgery."He narrowed his blue eyes and suddenly grabbed her hand, pressing it ag
"Andrew, I knew you were pretending to be drunk." Isabella smiled softly, leaning in to hug his arm. Her bright eyes looked at him curiously as she asked, "What kind of trick did Idris try to pull?"Andrew straightened up, lazily resting his arm on the car window, a trace of disdain showing in his expression. "It was a basic and old-fashioned trick. They tried to get me drunk so I'd sign the contract. Your dad was very enthusiastic about it; Idris must have promised him a lot of benefits.""That's just like David. If there's profit involved, he'd even dig up the Harris family ancestral graves," Isabella said sarcastically. Then she asked, "You didn't sign it, did you?""Of course I signed it." Andrew's smile turned wickedly charming. "If I didn't sign it, how would they give up?"Isabella blinked her long lashes, looking at him suspiciously.Andrew chuckled and put his arm around her shoulders."Our conglomerate is a massive enterprise, not some small workshop. To start an investment
When Isabella's phone rang, she was having dinner with James. She picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, saw it was David's number, and directly hung up.James looked at her suspiciously. "You're not going to answer?""No need to," Isabella shrugged nonchalantly. She knew exactly why David was calling her. She had no inclination to return and listen to Mrs. Ada's sarcastic remarks. In her family's eyes, since she had married Andrew, he should be at their beck and call; otherwise, it was considered unacceptable.James, still puzzled, didn't ask further and instructed the waiter to serve the dishes. One by one, the exquisite dishes were placed on the table. After the last soup was served, the waiter respectfully said, "Mr. James, your dishes are all here.""Thank you," James nodded with a smile.The waiter left with the tray, slowly closing the door of the private room. Just as he was about to turn around, a hand suddenly reached over from behind and pressed on his shoulder."Uh