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“I’m just not happy with Andrew right now. How about you sit and play with me instead? Let him go back on his own.”
“What?” Isabella asked, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern as she glanced at Andrew, wondering what he had done to upset Damari. Andrew met her questioning gaze with a calm, reassuring look. Without a word, he stepped beside her and gently took her hand. Then, looking at Damari, he said in a steady voice, “It’s getting late, Grandpa. You should rest. Isabella and I will visit again soon.”
Without waiting for a response, he led Isabella toward the car.
Though unsure of what had transpired, Isabella trusted Andrew’s judgment. She glanced back at Damari and gave him a small nod, silently promising to return.
Watching them disappear through the courtyard entrance, Damari let out a long sigh. He turned to the butler beside him and shook his head.
“Look at her,” he muttered.
“She truly is exceptional. Having her by Andrew’s side is a blessing. But that boy—” Damari frowned, his frustration evident.
“He’s not a child anymore, yet he still can’t see what truly matters.”
The butler, who had served Damari for years, understood the weight behind his words. He had witnessed the many trials the Klein family had endured and was well aware of the tragic circumstances surrounding Andrew’s parents’ deaths.
Andrew’s mother had come from a powerful military family. She had met and fallen in love with Andrew’s father during a mission, and together they had built a life, raising Andrew and Evie. But in the end, fate had been cruel—both of them had lost their lives on yet another mission.
Damari had always been reluctant for Andrew to follow in his mother’s footsteps. It wasn’t just disapproval—it was fear. Fear of history repeating itself.
Yet, despite his reservations, he had never truly stopped Andrew. If he had, Andrew wouldn’t have joined that secretive organization so young or risen to such an influential position within it.
But was it the right choice? No one could say for sure. And it was that very uncertainty that left Damari restless.
The butler’s voice was gentle as he tried to comfort Damari.
“Mr. Klein, you’ve witnessed Andrew’s capabilities over the years. Miss Patton has proven herself equally competent. We must place our trust in them.”
Damari’s shoulders slumped as he shook his head wearily.
“Forget it. I can’t control him, and I won’t. We’ll let him be. I need to rest.”
With heavy steps, Damari retreated to his room. Outside Klein Manor, Isabella settled into the car, her eyes fixed on Andrew, brimming with unspoken questions.
Andrew’s jaw tightened before he spoke.
“It was about my maternal grandfather.”
Isabella studied Andrew’s face intently. While she knew of his parents’ passing, his mother’s story remained largely a mystery, and the existence of his maternal grandfather was entirely new information.
Andrew’s fingers traced absent patterns on the steering wheel as his eyes grew distant with memories Isabella couldn’t quite read.
“My maternal grandfather is deeply embedded in politics and military affairs, and my mother… she worked in a dangerous field. That profession ultimately led to both her and my father’s accident…” His voice trailed off.
“That’s why Grandfather wants to keep me at arm’s length from my mother’s family—to shield me from becoming a target.”
Understanding dawned on Isabella’s face. Her own unconventional path and unique experiences helped her grasp the weight of Andrew’s words, even if he hadn’t elaborated on the precise dangers of his mother’s profession.
Of course, Isabella understood Andrew’s choice very well.
“Andrew,” Isabella said softly, “how about we make time to visit your maternal grandfather together?”
Andrew had chosen to confide in Isabella for two reasons: his unwillingness to keep secrets from her and his desire to hear her thoughts on this delicate matter.
The moment those words left Isabella’s lips, Andrew’s heart lightened—her support was clear as day. A wave of warmth washed over him. Though his grandfather’s protectiveness stemmed from genuine concern, his disapproval of Andrew’s choices had left him walking this path alone.
Having Isabella, the love of his life, not only understand but stand beside him in this decision moved him beyond words.
“Honey, thank you.”
His fingers found hers, intertwining them with tender emotion that spoke louder than words.
Isabella welcomed his touch, but Damari’s worried expression lingered in her mind.
“We need to set aside time for a heart-to-heart with your grandfather,” she said thoughtfully.
“His concerns come from love. It’s our responsibility to help him find peace with this.”
Andrew nodded obediently.
“I’ll listen to you, honey.”
Back at home, after making a call to Damari to inform him of their safe return, Isabella settled into the plush sofa. Her mind drifted back to her conversation with Andrew in the car—Andrew’s revelations about his mother, the weight of his experiences, and the shadows of his younger years.
Isabella had always sensed something extraordinary about Andrew—a certain gravity that set him apart from his peers, coupled with abilities that seemed to transcend ordinary boundaries.
Now that she understood the crucible that had forged him into the man he’d become, Isabella’s heart swelled with a complex mixture of emotions. Her love for him deepened, tinged with profound admiration and an aching tenderness for all he’d endured.
She clutched a pillow to her chest, her gaze drifting to their collection of photographs adorning the sideboard. Each image captured Andrew’s smile, yet there remained an unmistakable frost in his eyes—a lingering reminder of battles fought in silence.
At that moment, something stirred in Isabella’s heart.
Andrew’s journey had been marked by unprecedented hardships—a childhood punctuated by loss, tempered by ruthless training and countless trials. A desire crystallized within Isabella: not to rewrite his past, but to paint his present with strokes of joy, to weave golden threads of happiness into the tapestry of their shared future.
With this thought warming her heart, Isabella reached for the calendar, hoping to find an upcoming occasion to celebrate. But as her eyes traced the familiar numbers, realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. Andrew’s birthday was approaching—and it had completely slipped her mind!
She bolted upright, double-checking the date. Her fingers pressed against her temples in frustration.
The weight of having forgotten such an important date pressed against her conscience. She had become a girlfriend who’d failed to remember her boyfriend’s birthday…
But instead of drowning in guilt, Isabella channeled her remorse into determination. She would transform this oversight into an opportunity—crafting a birthday celebration that would outshine all others and create memories Andrew would cherish forever.
Without wasting another moment, Isabella sprang into action. As her vision for the perfect celebration took shape, she reached out to Andrew’s inner circle of friends.
A week later, the Golden Club came alive with warmth and laughter as Evie, Isabella, and Andrew’s closest companions gathered to celebrate his special day.
Every element of the celebration bore Isabella’s personal touch. Though intimate in scale, the party had been meticulously crafted with Andrew in mind—each detail carefully chosen and orchestrated to reflect his tastes and preferences.
As the evening unfolded, Isabella noticed the usual frost in Andrew’s expression had melted into something softer, more tender. She made her way to his side, a crystal glass of wine catching the light in her hand.
“Mr. Klein, let me offer you a toast!”
Isabella’s face lit up with a radiant smile, her voice carrying a playful lilt.
Andrew gazed at her fondly, lifting his wine glass before gently clinking it against hers.
“Happy birthday!”
Isabella lowered her head slightly, her eyes brimming with boundless love and admiration for him. That gaze—so deep, so full of meaning—sent a pounding rhythm through Andrew’s chest.
As their glasses touched, a sudden glint of silver flickered before his eyes.
Out of nowhere, two silver rings, shaped like a Mobius strip, dropped into their wine glasses, one in each.
The rings, though simple, exuded an understated elegance. They slowly submerged in the deep red wine, glistening under the soft glow of the lights before sinking to the bottom of the glasses.
“Honey?”
Andrew hesitated, his wine glass half-raised, eyes flickering with confusion at the mysterious rings.
Isabella watched his stunned expression with delight. A wave of relief and joy washed over her—her little surprise had played out just as she hoped.
She smiled, her tone teasing.
“Mr. Klein, aren’t you going to accept my ring?”
A Mobius ring symbolized eternity, an endless loop of love with no beginning and no end.
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