"Where are you going?" Andrew sat up straight, looking at her.

 

"Asher is crying; I'll go check on him," Isabella said urgently, her tone accompanied by light panting, and her chest heaving.

 

"Going like this?" Andrew raised his lips, revealing a hint of mischief. His heated gaze focused on her chest.

 

She exclaimed, hastily fumbling to fasten her bra. Her face turned red once again.

 

Before she could take a step after fixing her clothes, he pulled her back onto the sofa.

 

"What are you doing? I need to comfort Asher," Isabella glared at him discontentedly.

 

Andrew faintly curved his lips, his smile subtle but elegant. "How do you comfort...