Isaac wrapped a robe and followed Alan inside the villa. The latter settled himself on the couch throwing the removed blazer and waistcoat aside on the couch.

Isaac teased seeing the top few opened buttons of his crisp white shirt revealing his firm chest, "President Morgan! Are you tempting me? If I was a girl, I would have pounced on you by now. Your bad luck." ​​

Alan rolled his eyes. "How was your shoot?"

Isaac instantly showed a displeased look. "I hate this actress. How can anybody act like a demure lady in real life? Won't they be tired of acting all the time?"

Alan sarcastically remarked, "Enjoy your showbiz." He got up and went upstairs to get fresh. "Dinner is on you. Cook."

Isaac shouted, "Shouldn't you treat me well as I'm the guest? Why am I the one to cook?" He didn't get any response.

It wasn't new for him either. He took his clothes before entering the guest room which was on the ground floor. More appropriate to say would be his room as nobody else used that room and wardrobe had his clothes.

The first one to return to the living hall was Isaac who went to the open kitchen to cook some light dishes.

Alan who descended stairs commented seeing Isaac in an apron, efficiently moving around as he cooked, "You can be a good house husband."

Isaac flashed him a signature teasing smile, "I don't mind to be your house husband. Let's make the rumors into fact. Wifey! When are you marrying me?"

Alan showed him a finger before pushing him away who had reached near him.

Isaac continued to tease Alan who sat on barstool facing kitchen as he drank his wine nonchalantly.

Isaac was a good cook so as Alan. They had dinner talking with each other about business and other related things.

Alan kept his reply short and precise unless he had to elaborate.

Both sat outside facing the lake with their third bottle of wine keeping the fourth bottle aside. Isaac finally came down to the topic of Alan. "So President Morgan, Anything special in your life?"

Alan glanced at him but didn't reply. Isaac continued, "Uncle Rowan called me last week. He was worried about you... Did anything happen in the home?"

Alan paused for a second before he took a sip. Isaac noticed it, "Spill it. What happened?" Isaac was the only one who Alan cared to have a general talk.

Alan wanted to ignore but Isaac started chanting, "Say it, Alan... Mr.Morgan speak off... Oh President Morgan, How can you ignore the sexist man of county A?... Oh my Almighty President Morgan, You are... Sh*t I saw you smile."

Alan had smiled hearing 'Almighty President' which was called by Aria once.

Isaac rubbed his eyes twice, "Am I drunk that I started to imagine things? You never smiled at my dirty joke either. I must be drunk..."

He started blabbering for sometime before asking again, "... What happened at home?"

Alan glanced at Isaac before speaking, "I'm the guardian of Aria Cooper."

"Girl? Aria Coop... President Cooper? I heard she is just 17/18. Did uncle Morgan really brought her home after the former president Cooper expired?"

Alan hummed but couldn't continue as Isaac cut in. "That poor girl! She may be rich but she has nobody."

Alan's face darkened hearing Aria has nobody. "I am her guardian and she is living with my parents and Rian. Don't she have us?"

Isaac laughed hearing him. "Buddy, having you all around doesn't mean you are her family. She will have numerous people around her, does that mean they are her family?"

Alan furrowed his brows and drowned his wine without responding.

Isaac analyzed and asked in dilemma, "So your mood isn't off because uncle brought her home or you had to be her guardian or look after her company... Alan! you are worried about that girl. A GIRL." At last, he had bewildered expression.

Alan didn't reply and Isaac still understood. The latter thought for a while before turning Alan to face him.

"Did you perhaps got angry or irritated on her?... Did you treat her badly?... Don't tell me you screwed her when she liked your looks and stroke a conversation with you?... She is just a little girl, infatuation is common..."

Alan flung his hand from his shoulder. "Shut your speculation. I will tell..."

Alan briefed till Aria scolding him in the Morgan mansion.

Isaac who intently heard him controlled his laughter to be safe from Alan, "I feel sorry for President Cooper having a heartless guardian... Alan, everyone can not handle your personality. Do you know that?"

Alan didn't reply. Isaac unscrewed the rubber cork from the fourth wine bottle. "I think you should apologize to her and you will feel better."

Alan took his own time to reply, "I did."

Unscrewed wine bottle slipped from Isaac's hand hearing him. He doubted again if he was drunk. He quickly picked the bottle after losing quarter wine from the bottle. He had thought Alan wouldn't reply to him as he never heard him apologize to anybody.

Alan continued, "She apologized for reproaching me too by understanding why I did all that."

Isaac went to silent mode for some time, "Why do I feel like you missed some detail while briefing? Why were you getting annoyed even when she was thanking you for your help?"

Alan knew why he was getting annoyed but he didn't tell him.

Isaac who waited for his response changed his question, "Did you meet her again?"

Alan nodded, "Twice in school... PTM and..."

"And?" Isaac looked at him to hear who had paused.

"There was a post in school forum saying she is using Rian to become rich as his keep. So I went to have a talk."

Isaac burst into laughter, "Why will sole heiress of Skyline industry need a rich man? Anyway, was she affected too much?"

Alan's lips again tilted up remember his conversation as swirled the wine glass in his hand.

Isaac's mouth was wide open in shock looking at him. He didn't disturb him until he composed himself and replied nonchalantly, "No!"

"You..." Isaac's lips tilted up as a mischievous glint passed his eyes. He kept his eyes on Alan's face as he spoke, "Rian and Aria grew up together. They didn't mind because they are in love with each other."

Alan's face became indecipherable in an instant from his calmness.

Isaac pursed his lips to a thin line. He smacked Alan's head infuriating him, "Dumb President Morgan, You like President Cooper. You are fighting with your own thoughts sitting in your private villa and avoiding to look for her so that you can suppress your feelings. Don't you?"