She instinctively turned her head, and the first thing she saw was the flickering light between Andrew's left index and ring fingers.

 

Isabella's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. She directly took the cigarette butt from his hand and tossed it into the crystal ashtray on the table.

 

"It's been barely any time since you got out of the hospital, and you're already forgetting the pain of the scar. Smoking is harmful to your health."

 

Although Isabella sternly scolded Andrew, he showed no signs of annoyance. Instead, a faint smile played on his lips.

 

"What are you looking at?" he asked with a gentle smile, his deep gaze landing on the computer...