The next morning, Isabella rubbed her head as she got up. She glanced at the spot next to her and then at her clothes. She remembered she had slept on the sofa. Did she climb into bed by herself?
As she pondered, the phone rang. "What's up so early? Trying to be an alarm clock?"
"Freshen up and come to my room."
Isabella glanced at the hung-up phone but didn't get angry. After all, he was a high-ranking CEO, and this was probably one of his habits. It was similar to Mr. Moretti in their family, who always liked to hang up on others' calls.
When she finished getting ready and arrived at Ethan's room, it was already half an hour later. Since the door was open, Isabella didn't bother knocking and just walked in.
"It looks like you've come to invite me for breakfast?" Isabella glanced at Ethan on the sofa, then walked to the table and sat down, ready to eat.
Ethan put down what he was holding and walked over to her, "You're not being polite."
