Chapter 30
- Isabella moved her wrist, which was sore from his grip, and replied displeasedly, 'Don't get me wrong, I just want to put a blanket on you'
- Andrew lightly pursed his thin lips, still staring at her without blinking, his gaze carrying a kind of penetrating depth.
- 'Concerned about me?' he said, pursing his firm lips, and a smirk played on the corners of his mouth.