The next day, Isabelle woke up early in the morning. She looked out and found the weather in a horrible condition. The skies were cloudy and the entire city seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fog.

Camila had already packed all her items and the hotel staff was already bringing them to their car. Before leaving Isabelle specifically went to the set to bid farewell to the director, Jake, Helen, and the other crew members who still had one last scene.

Regardless of how they entered the set, or how they had quarreled regarding their screen time, when it was time to leave, all of it no longer mattered. Everyone had slogged hard for this movie for about three months. It was a set that was filled with happiness, sorrows, tears, and everyone's hard work.

Isabelle wasn't a dramatic person, but when she bid farewell to everyone, she started to feel tears welling in her eyes.

She didn't go back to York Garden but instead got Camila to send her to the hospital that James was at. As for her luggage, she tasked Camila to send it to her house, planning to claim it afterwards.

After Camila's car left, Isabelle entered the hospital. Xu Wanli wasn't around but Mrs. Williams and her housekeeper were in the ward, helping the nurse pack, while James was taking some tests.

Isabelle walked forward to help Mrs. Williams pack James's clothes. She scanned the room to ensure that they didn't leave anything behind before getting to the housekeeper to place the items in the car. After about ten minutes, the doctor came out to inform them of the next checkup, and hey entered the car.

The car headed straight to Williams family's house. Even though James was already able to walk, his body was still weak from being in a coma for such an extended period of time. That's why when they returned, Mrs. Williams got the maids to support him into his room to rest the moment they reached the house.

Before Mrs. Williams had gone to fetch James, she had gotten the maid to make him some herbal porridge. Once he was settled in, the housekeeper instructed the maids to bring the porridge up.

In a enthusiastic and coaxing tone, she said, " Young master, you have been busy the entire day. Mrs. Williams got the maid to prepare some herbal porridge for you, you should have some."

Mrs. Williams sat at the bedside. She faced the bed with a warm smile on her face. "Son, let mum feed you some."

As she said that, she reached her hand towards the housekeeper. The housekeeper immediately passed the porridge over, but before Mrs. Williams could take it, Isabelle had already grabbed it. She turned and said, "Let me do it instead."

Mrs. Williams paused, but she didn't object, standing next to the housekeeper. "Let Izzy do it."

The housekeeper politely passed the porcelain bowl over. Isabelle took it with two hands before sitting in front of James. She scooped a spoonful and blew on it softly before sending it to his mouth.

James opened his mouth. He looked at the people surrounding him and frowned, then waved his hand. "Mum, can you all get out, its getting suffocating."

Isabelle scooped another spoonful and blew on it with a smile on her face. She turned and said, "Auntie, you guys can entrust him to me."

Mrs. Williams saw them as two lovebirds who were trying to get some time alone. She smiled indulgently before sending a glance to the housekeeper. The woman understood instantly, exiting the room with the maid.

Mrs. Williams was the last to leave. Before she left, she glanced at Isabelle and James. She hesitated slightly before taking out her phone to take a few photos of them secretly.

~*~

Alexander reached Global Entertainment early in the morning and had meeting all the way till late in the afternoon. During it, he wasn't able to focus and would occasionally fall into a daze. By the end of the meeting, the board members were all aware of the abnormality.

After enduring through the meeting, Alexander returned back to his office to face a thick stack of documents. As he sat on his desk, he couldn't process anything, his entire mind filled with the image of Isabelle and James.

When it was 11 am, his assistant came in with an urgent document. Alexander flipped through the document in frustration before placing it back down on the table. Just then, the phone rang. He ignored it and continued to flip through the document, but after the phone vibrated several times, he turned to look at it impatiently. It was an anonymous number that had sent him some photos.

He stared at the screen for a long while before forcing his gaze away. Without any expression, he lifted the pen to sign his name.

In the instance that he was about to pass the document back to his assistant, the phone vibrated again. It was from the same anonymous number, and he could vaguely guess who it was. After a moment of hesitation, he placed the document back down on the table and answered the call.

It was indeed who he had guessed. Mrs. Williams's arrogant and frosty voice came through. "Did you see the photos I just sent? Now that James is out of the hospital, it's an end for you and Izzy."

Alexander tightened the grip he had on the phone, his lips quivering.

Mrs. Williams was confused by his silence. With a sharp voice, she continued, "What is it? You can't bear it? Or did you forget that you are the extra in their relationship. If James didn't get into an accident, you would never have gotten the opportunity to get close to Izzy. It's just a business deal, and you've already earned so much, it's about time you learned to stop!"

Alexander's face darkened instantly, and he snarled menacingly, "You can say anything you want about me, but let me warn you, don't you dare to humiliate Isabelle. She was never a business deal!"

"Not a business deal? Why did you even act as her husband in the first place? Even if you want her, you can only have her when my son has had enough, you're only worthy of what he doesn't want!"

"Let me tell you one last time, you can humiliate me but not her!" Alexander stood up in agitation. "Don't assume that I won't try to snatch her over from James. The only reason I would let them be together is because I'm not enough for her and wouldn't want to bring her any inconvenience."

Alexander hung up and smashed the phone against the floor.

"THUD!"

A loud, thundering sound emitted from the office. Alexander's assistant stood at the side, not daring to make a single sound.

Alexander's chest puffed up and down. He rose from his desk and pulled open the closet to look for his cigarette box. He removed a stick before tossing the entire box into the trash bin abruptly. Taking large strides to the window, he turned his back to his assistant, staring outside silently

After a seemingly long while, he seemed to have calmed down and turned to face his assistant. He asked, "Have you found out about the Williams Enterprise board situation? How is it going?"

"I'm almost done with it."

Alexander nodded.

His assistant continued, "Mr. Smith, have you really decided to do that?"

Alexander was silent, staring out the window.

After a long minute, he murmured a muffled "Yea", his voice faint and emotionless. "Just do as I planned."

The assistant did not try to convince Alexander otherwise. "All right, I'll go prepare it."

Alexander remained silent. The assistant took the document, wanting to leave silently, but after taking two steps, he hesitated. With an uneasy heart, he asked, "Mr. Smith, are you prepared to leave Miss Davis just like this?"

Alexander stayed silent, sorrow starting to envelop him.

His assistant raised his hand to rub his own nose. "Your relationship with Miss Davis has been much better. Even if she had once liked Mr. Williams, that does not mean that she cannot fall for you. If she changed and is no longer willing to be with Mr. Williams anymore, will it not be a pity if you just let her go so easily? "

Even after such convincing, Alexander stood nonchalant. His assistant lifted his hand to rub the nose once more before awkwardly finishing, "Er... Mr. Smith, you can just forget what I just said. If there isn't anything more, I'll go now."

Alexander was paralyzed. Once the footsteps of his assistant faded into the distance, he turned back to look at the cloudy skies, the words of his assistant repeating in his mind conterminously.

~*~

Isabelle placed the empty bowl on the side of the table and helped James wipe his mouth with a wet towel. She raised her lids and looked toward him, asking, "What exactly happened on the day of your accident? You didn't even drink, how could the collision be so serious?

Anger flashed past his eyes, before he laughed lightly, brushing her off. "I did not react in time, causing the accident. But I'm fine right now, am I not?"

"Luckily you're fine," she chastised . Then her face turned serious, and in a solemn tone, she asked, "James, have you always known about our marriage agreement?"

James was silent.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again. "I'm sorry, but I cannot marry you."

James seemed to know that Isabelle's sentence wasn't finished. He leaned back lazily, finding a comfortable position. Without any sign of anger or confusion, he glanced at her, waiting patiently for her to continue.

Isabelle moved her lips slightly. "Only after your car accident did I found out that I was betrothed to you. Because of the car accident, rumors that the Williams family no longer had a successor started to fly, causing the board of directors of the Enterprise to raise objections. In the end, the only solution was for Alexander to act as you and for us to act as a couple so that the Williams family could pass through the crisis.

"Other than me, no one in the Davis family is aware of your condition, and since Auntie specifically came to find me..."

At that time, she only agreed to the suggestion after knowing that she was going to act as a couple with Alexander. She had always loved him, but she had never let anyone know. Even James wasn't aware of it even though he had seen her love letter...

Isabelle paused for a while before continuing, "We have been friends for so many years, so I couldn't just leave you in a plight, that's why I agreed to the suggestion, but now,.."

"Now that I'm awake, you have already finished what you promised initially, hence you want to end the marriage with me, am I right?" James finished her sentence for her.

Isabelle lowered her lashes, hesitating slightly before nodding her head.

"Sure, I understand. I'll take care of the matter," James agreed instantly, without any hesitation or doubt.

Isabelle raised her head in shock. "James, how are you going to settle it alone?"

"You don't have to bother about that, I can't have you asking for a divorce yourself. Don't forget that ever since your parents died, Sophia's parents have been taking care of you, and for this marriage, you are representing not only yourself but the Davis family.

"If you were to suddenly ask for a divorce, how would you face your aunt and uncle in the future?" James explained the situation in detail before reassuring her, "Izzy, you don't have to worry about a thing, I'll settle the issue, you can just sit back and wait."

Truthfully, Isabelle had never thought of the Davis family when she decided on the divorce, but after he had mentioned it, she was suddenly struck with the problem of how to face her aunt and uncle. She was touched, remembering that ever since they were young, James had always been thinking out for her.

She nodded her head, replying lightly, "James, thank you."

"Izzy, why are you being so formal with me?" James smiled and reached with his hand to softly ruffle her hair. "But Izzy, you'll have to wait a while, I don't even have the strength to leave the house right now..."

~*~

When Isabelle returned back to York Garden, it was already 9 pm. She had eaten dinner at Xu mansion, so she informed Madam Mary not to prepare anything before heading upstairs.

Alexander wasn't back yet. Even though she hadn't done much the entire day, she was exhausted. After taking a bath, she limped to the bed but couldn't seem to fall asleep. At about 12 pm, she suddenly heard the sound of a car engine coming from downstairs.

The mansion was silent and no matter how good the soundproof walls were, she could still hear Alexander talking to Madam Mary.

As his footsteps became louder, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Isabelle's eyes remained shut as she pretended to be asleep.

Alexander's footsteps were light. He seemed to have stood at the side of the bed observing her for a long while before going to the bathroom. After about ten minutes, he came out and climbed lightly onto the bed, careful not to wake her up.

The light scent from the soap mixed with his familiar scent and flew towards Isabelle. She inhaled slightly, the warm heat from his bath entering her system. Her eyes started to sting slightly, tiny droplets framing her lashes before falling onto the pillow.

Alexander thought that she was asleep and didn't disrupt her. The two of them lay apart for a long while before she suddenly turned, waking Alexander who was about to fall asleep. He opened his eyes in shock, looking at her before calling softly in a sleepy voice, " Isabelle."

Isabelle didn't reply, her bright eyes looking straight at him under the faint glow from the bathroom light.

Alexander's mind cleared instantly. Using his elbows to prop himself up, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Before he could finish his question, he froze, for she pounced onto him, crashing his propped up body back onto the bed. Alexander was confused by her sudden actions. He frowned but didn't object as his lips were violently covered by hers.

Her kiss was awkward, just like the first night when they were both drunk. With the power of liquor, she had pounced on him just like now, biting his lips randomly, her hands all over his clothes. But she didn't have much strength. Regardless of how much she tried, she couldn't rip his clothes off, releasing only the front two buttons of his shirt. Reaching under his shirt, she started to feel his warm chest...

Alexander's mind was still confused, but he was sent completely ablaze by her actions. He had restrained for a month, now that she had taken the initiative, how was he to control himself?

After being in a daze for about five minutes, he hugged her waist and flipped her over, pressing onto her body, covering her lips violently, his hands ripping off their clothes efficiently.

She was the only woman he had touched and they didn't do it often, so he was still considered an amateur, his actions based purely on his instincts.

He was the only man she had touched, so she didn't have much experience. With shyness and a lack of courage to let herself go, she was akin to a puppet, following after him without much excitement.

Even so, without any techniques, they were still able to hit climax, they were still able to touch their deepest, innermost desires.

Deep into the night, with only their panting, even if they didn't say a word, they could sense the simplest form of love that their bodies were expressing.

After a month of abstinence, they started to yearn for more, getting passionate. When it ended, they seemed to have fought a war, lying in fatigue.