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
Isabella felt herself sweating profusely and instinctively took off her jacket. Underneath, she wore a fitted camisole with a slightly low neckline. It wasn't overly revealing, but her fair neck and beautiful collarbones were exposed, looking very alluring.James' eyes were fixed on her, his gaze growing hotter. Yet, with the last remnants of his sanity, he clenched his fists and stood still, not daring to move.Isabella also stood up from the table and walked to the window, attempting to open it for some fresh air. However, no matter how hard she pushed, the window didn't budge.She turned to James with a puzzled expression, asking, "Is this a decorative window that can't be opened?"James didn't respond, instead swallowing hard. He felt unbearably hot all over, and as if driven by an unknown force, he took a few steps towards Isabella and tightly embraced her."James, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" Isabella hadn't expected James to suddenly hug her. An instinctive sense of repu
For the military intelligence network, locating a person’s phone is a piece of cake. They sent Andrew the location, and he grabbed his jacket and dashed out. Ryan quickly gathered a few people and followed him.Andrew sped to the restaurant, where a clueless waiter tried to stop him at the private room door. Andrew kicked him aside, leaving the waiter unable to get up for a while. Ryan arrived right behind Andrew and grabbed the waiter from the floor.The waiter, still confused, cursed, "Who the hell are you to cause trouble here? Do you know whose place this is?"Ryan grabbed the waiter by the neck, lifting him up. "Kid, let me tell you whose place this is."Terrified, the waiter, struggling to breathe, went pale. "It wasn’t me. Mr. Ormsby paid me to drug that man and woman and lock them together."Ryan was stunned. A thought flashed through his mind, recalling the scene when Andrew had caught Scarlett and another man in bed.Instinctively, he turned to the tightly closed private roo
The waiter was terrified and nodded numbly.Ryan casually handed him off to one of his men, giving a nonchalant order, "Take his hand off, so he won't take money that he shouldn't in the future."The waiter turned pale with fear and screamed, pleading, "I’m innocent! It really has nothing to do with me. I don't even know Mr. James or that woman. I just took a little money…"Ryan ignored him."You," Ryan directed another subordinate, "go with Mr. Toren here to check the restaurant's surveillance footage. I’ll give you a day at most to find that Ormsby. If you can’t, you’re fired!"As he spoke, Ryan's gaze remained fixed on Toren, who broke out in a cold sweat under the scrutiny. Toren wasn’t foolish; he knew Ryan was making an example out of him. If Ormsby wasn’t found, Toren would be in serious trouble.Having given his orders, Ryan strode out of the private room.Meanwhile, the door to the adjacent room remained closed, with Ryan's two men standing guard. Ryan lit a cigarette and lei