Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

II | Small Acts of Love

Isabelle waited for herself to fully calm down before raising from the sofa. Taking a set of clothes, she headed to the bathroom. She left the tap streaming into the bath while she removed her makeup in front of the vanity table. When she was about to squeeze toothpaste onto her toothbrush, she vaguely heard footsteps outside amid the splashing water.

She froze, her hand unconsciously tightening her grip on the toothbrush. She stood at the sink area for a long while before pushing the bathroom door open. Outside, Alexander was sitting on the sofa.

Isabelle had felt uneasy the whole night, not knowing if he was going to come back. Only when she saw daybreak did she finally calm down, knowing it was too late for him to come back. At this moment, she was not prepared to face him. Her heart sank, the familiar sense of fear and anxiety creeping up on her, overwhelming her.

Hearing the door being pushed open, Alexander turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping past Isabelle without any emotion evident.

She trembled when he glanced at her. Unconsciously, she looked away, quickly lowering her head. Even though she knew that she would be ignored if she spoke to him, after a slight hesitation, she still asked warmly, "You're back?"

All she gave him was the tip of her head... She didn't even want to look at him... Alexander clenched his lips, looking away coldly. Ignoring Isabelle's words, he lifted his hand to unbutton his suit.

Isabelle was used to being ignored by Alexander, but this time, probably due to the events three months ago, she could distinctly sense the frost radiating off him. She grew increasingly more nervous. Wishing she could escape, she squeezed the toothbrush tightly. Finally, when she could no longer withstand the pressure, she blurted out an excuse, "Erm... my bath should be ready, I'll go bath now."

Alexander continued to ignore Isabelle, causally tossing his suit onto the sofa before taking long strides out the door of the master bedroom.

Only after a long while after Alexander had left did Isabelle come back to her senses. She shut her eyes, taking in a deep breath before heading back to the bathroom.

If she could, Isabelle would have hidden in the bathroom till Alexander left York garden. However, despite that, she still came out.

When she opened the bathroom door, Alexander came into her sight, just having finished his shower. He was dressed in pajamas and was sitting on the bed, the side that he usually slept on. With both hands behind his head, he rested, eyes closed.

Isabelle averted her gaze before even catching a glimpse of his expression. Lowering her lashes, she walked towards her vanity table.

The table had a mirror that faced the bed. Every time Isabelle looked into it, she could catch brief glimpses of Alexander.

Initially, she stole only quick peeks, but after confirming that Alexander never once opened his eyes, most likely asleep, she dared to admire him quietly in the mirror.

Alexander's face was imprinted into Isabelle's mind; she could remember every detail distinctly even with her eyes close. Ever since the first time they met thirteen years ago, she had never stopped getting butterflies just by looking at his face.

With his eyes shut, Alexander seemed to be less cold, the frosty aura that he seemed to emit had also dissipated, softening his features.

Mesmerized, Isabelle forgot to apply her facial cream, causing it drop on the floor.

Even if it was just a one sided crush, just being able to watch him up close like this was enough to spread joy and warmth to every cell of her body.