Bringing the Nation's Husband Home II

XIX | Alluring Times

The suite seemed exceptionally quiet. Isabelle stared at her meticulously polished nails for a moment, then, as though she had remembered something, she lifted her eyes. She stared at Alexander and asked, "Are your injuries all healed now?"

Lately, the set had been quite busy, so the two of them didn't have much time to talk, nor did she have time to ask.

"Yeah." Still staring at Isabelle, Alexander spoke in an elegant and neutral voice, but his eyes, they had clearly become gentler.

After a while, Alexander added, "It's been a long time now. In some places, the scars are so light, they aren't even visible anymore."

Isabelle curved the corner of her lips into a gentle smile. "That's good."

Alexander didn't speak more. He just stared, slightly transfixed by the corners of Isabelle's lips and that peacefully warm smile she wore.

The suite fell silent again. Isabelle hadn't quite come back from Alexander's stunning gaze, so her fingers grabbed for the glass of red wine that the service staff had brought over, to steady her shaken heart.

But before she could bring the glass to her lips, Alexander, who wasn't standing far away, suddenly strode over and grabbed her soft, delicate fingers to stop her.

Isabelle was stunned for a moment, then she looked up at him with confusion.

Alexander didn't look at her, but gently took the tall glass from her hands and put it back on the round table. He grabbed for a bottle of mineral water, twisted the cap, and handed it to her. He stared into her eyes and said, "Drink some water. Alcohol is bad for the body."

Most importantly, it hadn't been one month since her miscarriage operation. She couldn't have alcohol.

Isabelle didn't know what Alexander was really thinking. She thought about how he had been carefully looking after her all this time, and how he must be afraid she'd drink the alcohol and trigger the same stomach pains as before, that's why he probably stopped her. The happiness and sweetness that she'd recently been feeling crawled into her heart again. Staring into his eyes, she couldn't help but freeze up.

As Alexander met her eyes, a hint of tenderness washed over his own, usually cold ones. His hand didn't move, it was still holding up the bottle of water.

For that instant, it was like time stood still with the image of the two of them deeply staring at one another...

The entire world had become utterly silent. They could hear the sound of each other's heartbeat.

The room gradually filled with an air of intimacy. Alexander couldn't help but lower his head, as he drew closer to Isabelle's face. Isabelle didn't move away, but her lips gently quivered, as though they were anticipating for something.

A broiling heat crept into Alexander's eyes, and his head pushed lower. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, a knock on the door was suddenly sounded.

Both Alexander and Isabelle snapped back to reality at the same time. To mask her nerves, Isabelle quickly took the bottle of water from Alexander's hands and hurriedly said, "Thank you". Then she pretended to be really thirsty and gulped the water down with her head raised.

Alexander peacefully stared at Isabelle for a few seconds, then straightened up and said in his usual neutral tone, "Come in." When his words reached outside, the service staff at the door opened it, and the reporter and photographer came in.

Isabelle hastily put the bottle down and grabbed a napkin. She wiped the water from her lips and stood up.

The reporter respectively shook hands with Isabelle and Alexander, greeting them, and then the three of them took their seats. They waited for the cameraman to adjust the lighting and give them the OK hand sign.