Isabella leaned against his chest, her large, clear eyes still filled with shock.

Seizing the opportunity, Andrew stole a sweet kiss, pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Snapping out of her daze and frowning, she pushed him away. "What are you doing here?"

"I missed you," he replied bluntly.

"The busy CEO has time for personal matters now?" She chuckled sarcastically.

"The price for personal freedom is just money, and I can afford it," he said casually, taking off his coat to wrap her tightly.

His coat still carried his scent and warmth, enveloping her in a comforting embrace that almost made her want to cry.

His car was parked...