Isabella Sheffield had been sleeping so soundly for a while that by the time she finally awoke, it was already late in the afternoon. Feeling a bit dazed and rubbing her eyes, she noticed a peculiar weight around her waist.
As she turned her body sideways, a close-up handsome face caught her attention. Immediately, Isabella jolted awake. Darting up abruptly, she inadvertently stirred the person lying beside her.
She gulped nervously, without even the courage to blink. What on earth had she done? Or rather, what had he done?
"Why are you in my bed?" In her panic, Isabella managed to blurt out the seemingly irrelevant question.
Watching Isabella's reaction, Alexander Cole languidly propped himself into a sitting position, and with an unchanging expression said, "This is our bed."
Upon his rearrangement of perspective, Isabella couldn't deny the veracity of Alexander's words.
"Relax, with you sleeping like a pig, what could I possibly do to you?" Alexander had quickly interpreted the distress on Isabella's face and couldn't help but feel slightly sympathetic, prompting him to explain.
Isabella patted her chest in relief. It wasn't that she was scared of what Alexander would do to her, but rather she was anxious and afraid of what she might have done to him in her sleep.
But was she missing out on something? After pondering for a while, it finally hit her. Turning towards Alexander with an apologetic and somewhat pitiful look, she softly asked, "Did I sleep like a log?"
Admittedly, Isabella appeared slightly clumsy, fresh out of sleep, which in front of Alexander appeared rather adorable. This slightly boosted his mood and he replied with a light smile, "Yes... and you even clung to me, insisting that I sleep with you, making me misinterpret it as an invitation."
As he spoke, Alexander started moving closer to Isabella. By the end of his sentence, there was barely a few inches separating them.
Startled by Alexander's sudden approach, Isabella jumped and reflexively moved backwards. Losing her balance, she fell off the bed.
She let out a painful scream, feeling a sharp sting on her buttocks. Holding back her tears, she looked at Alexander with a pitiful expression.
"How can you be so clumsy?" Without a second thought, Alexander reached for Isabella's knees, wrapped his arm around her waist, and lifted her up. He was speechless, but a chuckle threatened to escape.
Isabella felt intensely embarrassed. She had just fallen from bed to floor in the presence of someone, an incident which she thought must be unique to her in history.
Her petite face flushed red as a monkey's buttock, subconsciously wrapping her arms around Alexander's neck. If not for the carpet and the low bed height, she'd definitely suffer some injury today.
"It's all because you suddenly got close; otherwise, how could I fall off?" Even though she knew it was her carelessness, she couldn't help but retort. She wouldn't admit it was her fault. Even if it was, she couldn't admit to it. It was too embarrassing.
"Alright, alright, it's all my fault. How would my dear wife like to punish me?" He gently teased her as he placed her onto the bed, barely grazing her nose with his own.
Since meeting Isabella Sheffield, Alexander felt that he was always in a good mood. He never had much interest in women; sometimes even doubting his own sexual orientation. Of course, he had even less interest in men.
It turns out that he was not indifferent; he just hadn't met the right person.
Now that he found her, he's willing to reserve all his tenderness for her and her alone.
Love-at-first-sight might seem too exaggerated, but he genuinely finds Isabella fascinating. When she needs to be decisive, she's more decisive than anyone. When she needs to yield, she gives in easily. In a word, she is good at judging the situation.
Hearing him call her 'dear wife,' Isabella felt her cheeks flare up even more. She knew well that he was just joking around, yet her heart couldn't help skipping a beat.
This man was too perfect, too wonderful—so wonderful that she had unknowingly started to fall in love. She lightly shook her head, cursing under her breath, Pull yourself together. After all, she had seen handsome men before. How could she capitulate so easily just because of his handsome face?