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Andrew, long accustomed to his grandfather’s bluntness, rarely took offense. But today, for the first time, his expression darkened.
“A while? You call disappearing
For over an hour, just “a while”?” Isabella couldn’t help but laugh at Andrew’s biting remark.
Her amusement only drew more attention, as both men turned to look at her at once. Swiftly, she grabbed Andrew’s sleeve, attempting to pacify him.
“I was so caught up talking to your grandfather that I lost track of time. But isn’t it almost lunchtime? Let’s go see what’s for lunch, okay?”
Andrew’s gaze flickered from her hand gripping his sleeve to her face, where he caught the subtle shift in her expression—her attempt to divert the subject. His displeasure vanished instantly. There was something oddly endearing about Isabella trying to smooth things over.
With a smirk, he played along.
“Alright. Let’s go check.”
“Okay.”
After a leisurely lunch at Denby’s house, he excused himself to tend to other matters for the afternoon. With no reason to linger, Isabella and Andrew set off for home.
The car cruised smoothly down the road, gliding over the viaduct. Isabella gazed at the city sprawled in the distance, but her thoughts were miles away.
During her conversation with Denby in the study, she had observed something that gnawed at her. Though Denby outwardly appeared strong, beneath the surface lurked the marks of old wounds.
When she checked his pulse, her suspicions were confirmed—these injuries had been sustained long ago, left untreated at the time, and now settled deep within his body.
At best, she could prescribe herbal remedies to maintain his health, but that was merely a temporary measure. If those latent injuries were ever aggravated, no medicine in the world would be able to help him. Andrew and Denby were men of few words when it came to emotions. On an ordinary day, one might not notice the bond between them. But if something truly happened to Denby, Andrew would be devastated.
Isabella’s grip tightened on her thoughts. She would research the treatments for injuries like Denby’s, no matter how old they were.
Whether she could help or not, she had to try.
“Honey?”
The car slowed to a halt at the side of the road. Andrew leaned closer, his brows furrowing as he studied Isabella.
Isabella blinked and snapped out of her thoughts, realizing the car had stopped.
“Darling, what’s wrong?”
Andrew’s sharp gaze settled on her, unreadable for a moment, before he reached out and pinched her cheek.
“You tell me. I called you several times, but you just sat there frowning at the window. I thought you weren’t feeling well. Are you carsick?” He had been driving a little fast earlier and worried that Isabella might be feeling unwell.
Isabella, amused, could only shake her head. Andrew, upon recalling just how skilled Isabella was behind the wheel, immediately realized how ridiculous his assumption was. He was simply worried.
Reassured that she was fine, Andrew shifted his attention back to their surroundings. His gaze swept the area outside the car before locking onto something in the distance.
“Honey, wait for me a second.” Andrew spoke as he pushed open the car door and stepped out.
Isabella watched him go, her brows knitting slightly in curiosity. Her gaze followed him as he walked straight toward a small dessert shop. The shop was charming—quaint and whimsical, almost like a little mushroom nestled in the street. A handful of children lined up outside. At the very end of the line stood Andrew, his tall, commanding frame looming over the group of eager kids. His expression was calm and serious, a stark contrast to the playful atmosphere around him. It took Isabella a moment to realize what he was doing. He was buying her dessert.
The sight of this cool, impossibly handsome man standing patiently in a line full of children was unexpectedly heartwarming.
A soft smile curled at the corners of her lips. Unable to resist capturing the moment, she rolled down the car window and discreetly snapped a photo with her phone.
A few minutes later, Andrew returned, a paper bag in hand.
Sliding back into the car, he handed it to her.
“Try them?”
“Okay.”
Isabella eagerly took the bag, unfolding it to reveal an assortment of cookies and pies, each varying in shape and flavor.
“Why did you buy so many?” she asked in surprise.
“I can’t possibly eat all of them!”
Though Isabella lived a life of wealth and luxury, extravagance had never been in her nature. Wasting food, especially, felt unnecessary.
Andrew chuckled, reaching over to tousle her hair affectionately.
“Don’t worry. I’ll finish whatever you can’t. Nothing will go to waste.”
“But these are sweets…”
Isabella knew well that Andrew wasn’t fond of sugary treats.
But at that moment, a rare, tender smile surfaced in his dark eyes. His voice was impossibly gentle as he said, “Honey, you underestimate the power of love. Anything you give me, whether sweet or salty, I’ll always like it.”
A faint blush crept up Isabella’s cheeks. His words—so effortlessly affectionate—felt less like a casual remark and more like a confession of love.
Her ears burned slightly as she averted her gaze. This man… was simply too good at flirting.
To hide her flustered state, she picked up an apple pie and took a delicate bite. The golden, flaky crust crumbled between her lips, releasing a rich, buttery fragrance that melted on her tongue.
“Is it good?” Andrew asked, watching her reaction expectantly.
Isabella met his gaze, her mind flashing back to his earlier words. An idea glimmered in her eyes.
She slowly let her gaze drift down from his sharp brows to his lips. Then, with a teasing smirk, she reached out, pinched his chin lightly between her slender fingers, and leaned in.
Her lips brushed against his in a fleeting kiss, the lingering sweetness of the apple pie passing between them. When she finally pulled away, a playful glint danced in her dark eyes.
“How was it?” she asked, her voice like silk.
“Delicious?”
Andrew’s heart melted at her sudden gesture.
After a pause, he gently took her hand that was still on his chin and leaned forward, their foreheads touching.
In the confined space of the driver’s seat, Andrew gazed at her with tender affection, his dark eyes full of warmth. His nose brushed softly against Isabella’s, and after a long, quiet moment, he spoke in a voice that was both pleasant and magnetic.
“Honey, there’s no sweeter taste than this.”
Isabella felt a surge of inexplicable cheerfulness, all thanks to Andrew’s sweet gestures. She reached out, gently touching his nose, while lifting the apple pie in her other hand.
“Darling, you know what? This is also the sweetest apple pie I’ve ever had.”
Back at home, Isabella changed into something comfortable before heading to the study. She pulled out her medical notes along with an array of books, some focused on traditional techniques.
In the following half-month, she threw herself into studying medicine, determined to sharpen her skills.
Andrew, ever observant, had been watching her dedication in silence.
After finishing his work, he walked over and took a seat beside her.
“Honey, is there anything I can help you with?”
Isabella, who had been compiling treatment plans for old injuries, paused to think. Then, she looked at him seriously.
“Andrew, do you know anyone with old injuries? Preferably between the ages of fifty and sixty?”
To be considered an old injury, the person couldn’t be too young. After weeks of intense study, combined with her existing expertise, she was confident that if the patient was at least a decade younger than Denby, she could manage their treatment without hesitation.
Denby’s case was severe. Before treating him, Isabella wanted to refine her approach by offering free treatments to others with similar conditions. Perhaps, in the process, she could discover a breakthrough that would help Denby recover.
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