Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

XXX | Mr. Smith's Angered

Frightened, the director didn't dare reply to Alexander. He even forgot to order the other people to do it and ran out to the car park himself.

Seeing Alexander's state, one by one, people who originally stood nearby were frightened and froze in their tracks, too afraid to take a single step forward.

Isabelle snapped back to reality, shocked by Alexander's two consecutive angry roars.

The hospital? Take her to the hospital? She wasn't hurt, why take her to the hospital?

Her brows twitched, and she opened her eyes. She was about to say something to stop them, but instead, her she was taken aback by what she saw.

The Alexander in front of her was one she hadn't seen for as long she had known him - pale-faced, his eyes worried and confused, as though he was terrified to lose something.

That instant, Isabelle felt like something hastily smashed into her heart. She stared at Alexander, and fell into a daze.

Camila, who was originally too afraid to come close because of Alexander, saw Isabelle open her eyes. She asked right away, "Izzy, how are you?"

When Alexander heard Camila's voice, only then he realized that Isabelle had already opened her eyes. He anxiously assessed her for a while, before believing that she hadn't any major injuries. That was when he discreetly let out a sigh of relief.

Everything was then gone in the blink of an eye as Alexander quickly gathered back any hint of emotion. His expression recovered back to its usual calm and stoic self.

Alexander transformed so quickly; Isabelle creased her brows. She stared back at him but couldn't find any trace of anxiousness or confusion in his expression.

Isabelle lips gently moved when she turned her head. She shook it at Camila, then quietly said, "I'm fine."

When she finished speaking, her eyes returned back to Alexander. From his face, it looked like he was feeling nothing. Perhaps, when she opened her eyes just now, the anxious expression he had had was all just a figment of her imagination.

"Are you really okay?" Helen couldn't help but ask. "Are you hurt? Stand up and take a walk."

When Isabelle heard Helen's words, she realized that she was held in Alexander's arms. Her face flushed slightly red as she hurriedly got up from his grasp. She stumbled a few steps back before managing to open her mouth to say, "Really, I'm fine."

"That's good. You scared us to death just now. To fall from such a height, you could've landed badly and got half of your body paralyzed. Luckily, Alexander had quick reflexes and caught you."

When Helen said this, she let out an obvious sigh of relief, clearly shocked by what had just happened.

That was when Isabelle looked Alexander in the eyes. She bit her bottom lip and thanked him in a low voice, "Mr. Smith, thank you for earlier."

Alexander didn't make a sound. He just reached his hand out and pushed against the ground. Perhaps because he had sat for too long, when he got up, his eyebrows furrowed a little. He used the strength in his hands to support himself against the lawn. He pushed up with great effort, and slowly stood up.

The director, at whom Alexander had screamed to get the car ready just now, came running back with a head wet from sweat. He was panting for breath when he said, "Mr. Smith, the car is ready..."

Mid-sentence, he saw Isabelle standing up, alive and well. In a bit of a daze, he said again, "Miss Isabelle, are you okay?"

Isabelle nodded.