He carried her into the car and instructed the driver to start driving.

Isabella leaned against his chest, blinking her eyes as she watched the scenery outside the car window recede.

Throughout the ride, he remained silent, his aura cold and unreadable, showing no emotions.

She lifted her chin slightly, gazing at his handsome profile. His eyes were focused on the road ahead, making it hard for her to read his thoughts at the moment.

"Are you angry?" she asked cautiously, a hint of apprehension in her voice.

With a girlfriend as accident-prone as her, would he find it exhausting?

"No," Andrew replied flatly.

How could he be angry with...