"Continue."

Isabella walked up to Alexander holding a hairdryer.

The distance between them was only a hand's breadth, close enough for Alexander to smell the faint fragrance emanating from her. It seemed to carry a hint of jasmine, rich and delicate.

Alexander paused for a moment. It smelled so good. He liked this fragrance, and the irritation in his mind slowly subsided.

In the midst of his distraction, Isabella's hand was already on Alexander's head.

Her fair and slender fingers gently weaved through his thick, black hair, the movements careful, as if afraid of causing him any pain.

Each touch was gentle and caring, as if he were a fragile glass doll.

While blowing, Isabella also massaged Alexander.

In her past life, due to various troublesome matters, Isabella often suffered from headaches. Later on, she learned a set of massage techniques from a masseuse.

Thinking that Alexander might find some comfort in a massage due to his head injury from the accident.

Alexander gradually noticed that his headache was diminishing.

Whether it was because of the fragrance on her or the massage, the hand that was about to put down the hairdryer hesitated and withdrew.

Alexander's hair was short, and Isabella quickly finished blow-drying it.

The annoying sound finally stopped.

She put the hairdryer back.

Alexander's fingers moved, and his head seemed to be slightly aching again.

Isabella placed the hairdryer neatly, and as she turned around, she saw Alexander staring at her without blinking.

His lips were slightly pursed. Though he didn't show much expression, there seemed to be a hint of anger and grievance.

Is he still mad at her?

Isabella helplessly smiled and spoke in a tone like coaxing a child, "If you go to bed with wet hair, you might catch a cold and get a headache."

Alexander felt like his head was even more painful now, as if the brief moment of comfort was just an illusion.

He looked at the person in front of him, suddenly reached out, and pulled her towards him.

"Ah!"

Isabella didn't expect her little cute one to suddenly make a move. Startled, she wanted to struggle, but also afraid of hurting him, she didn't dare to move.

Fortunately, Alexander just pulled her in front of him without any other excessive actions.

"What are you doing?" Isabella's gaze fell on the hands held together, looking puzzled. Didn't he dislike physical contact with others?

Alexander didn't answer. He smelled the faint fragrance in the air, and his head seemed to feel better, but it still hurt a bit.

His eyes flashed. He thought for a moment, hesitated.

In the end, he placed Isabella's hand on top of his head, raised his eyes, and said softly, "Continue."

Isabella didn't quite understand for a moment, continue what?

Seeing that she didn't move, Alexander puffed up his cheeks, a little unhappy. The beautiful eyes were full of accusation, and he softly said, "Continue."

Saying that, he rubbed his head against her hand.

Ah ah ah!

Too much! Oh my goodness, you're always acting cute a bit too much!

Isabella coughed lightly, finally understood what he meant, and with a smile, she said, "Does Alex want me to give you a massage?"

Alexander looked at her, his eyes blinking, reflecting her figure in his clean black eyes.

Isabella gave in. Both hands were placed on top of Alexander's head, gently massaging.

Her hands were warm and gentle.

Feeling the warmth on his head, Alexander squinted his eyes slightly, looking very comfortable and enjoying it, like a cat being pampered.

Watching him like this, Isabella wanted to tease him. She stopped her hands.

Alexander immediately opened his eyes, looking at her, seemingly not understanding why she stopped.

With a bewildered yet somewhat silly look, paired with the face that could cause the downfall of a nation, it made Isabella feel a bit sinful. Her hands subconsciously moved again.

After the accident, Alexander hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time.

He glanced at Isabella, who was concentrating on massaging, thinking that maybe this marriage wasn't so bad after all.