Chapter 343


    Izabe obediently sat on the sofa, head bowed, looking at the ss of water in her hand. The


    warmth was turning her cheeks pink, and there was a slight dampness on hershes.


    "Do you want to take a shower first?"


    At Casey''s suggestion, Izabe lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were bright and innocent


    like a clear spring after a rain. Casey''s tensed face was reflected in her eyes too.


    "Don''t get me wrong, I just thought, your hair is wet. A hot shower might prevent you from catching


    a cold. Besides, it''ll help you sleep better."


    Casey hurriedly exined, and Izabe looked at him, thinking he was such a good-natured guy.


    "I didn''t misunderstand.It seemed like you''re overthinking." Izabe chuckled, teasing him. "Mr Star,


    you still haven''t answered my question fromst time. Why do you blush when you look at me? Are


    you not used to being nice to girls?"


    Casey answered honestly, "No, I''ve only been nice to you."


    He used to scoff at "love at first sight", thinking it was all about physical attraction. But when he first


    saw Izabe at the airport, he suddenly understood what it meant. It was as if he had known her


    forever.


    At that moment, he knew that he only wanted Izabe.


    Life is funny. Sometimes, a person you least expect can throw your ns into chaos.


    As Casey fixed his gaze on Izabe, this time it was her who looked away first.


    Casey quickly changed the subject, "You might want to stay off the inte for a couple of days,


    especially Twitter."


    "I don''t care."


    "Maybe I do. I wouldn''t say I like those insults towards you. If these people were in front of me, I


    might…" He might want to kill them.


    There was a demon lurking deep within Casey. It was usually quiet, but whenever it went anything


    rted to Izabe came up. He tried his best to suppress it, afraid of scaring her.


    "You go take a hot shower. I''ll get dinner ready. What do you feel like eating?"


    Izabe was still immersed in the words Casey didn''t finish earlier. Now his change of subject left


    her feeling a little strange.


    "You can cook?"


    "Of course! A man who can''t cook would have a hard time finding a wife these days."


    Izabeughed. Her sense of humour was a bit peculiar. "I''m not picky. Whatever you make will be


    fine."


    "Alright, I''ll see what''s in the fridge. Let me find you some clothes first." Luckily, they had plenty of


    spare clothes here. He picked out a clean white shirt and a pair of shorts for Izabe.


    "You can wear my clothes for now. I''ll have someone go to the mall to buy women''s clothes and


    send them over from the store. Just send me your measurementster." His ears turned red as he


    said this.


    Izabe took the clothes he handed over. They were brand new, with the tags still attached.


    She followed Casey, listening to his incessant chatter. His ears were constantly twitching, red like an


    apple, tempting her to take a bite.


    When they reached the bathroom, Casey stopped and pointed to a blue bottle inside, "That''s the


    shower gel. The hot water is on the left. Call me if you need anything."


    Casey seemed a bit awkward, like a curious and adventurous middle-schooler.


    "Thanks, Mr Star." Izabe went into the bathroom with the clothes, gave Casey a wink, and closed


    the door.


    Casey stood outside the door, dumbfounded for a long time, stuck in the moment when Izabe


    winked at him.


    Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Casey quickly shook off the


    inappropriate thoughts in his head.


    He went to the kitchen, and opened the fridge, not to check what was inside but to stick his head in


    to cool off his burning face.


    Damn, he suspected Izabe was deliberately teasing him.


    Once his face cooled down, Casey finally looked at the food in the fridge. Thankfully, they had a


    good selection of ingredients, thanks to the housekeeper.


    Casey took out his phone and searched for Izabe. As public figures, they all had some basic


    information, resumes, and hobbies on the inte.


    Izabe''s resume was brief, her hobbies were nk, and there was no mention of her favourite


    foods.


    Casey was not a patient man when it came to his personal life. He was meticulous at work but


    casual at home. He usually just whipped up something random for himself. But with Izabe, he


    didn''t want to be casual at all.


    Casey called the hotel and asked about the food Izabe usually ordered.


    The conclusion was that Izabe loved spicy food.


    Casey started prepping the ingredients. He had everything washed and cut, ready to cook as soon


    as Izabe was done with her shower.


    The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Casey had set Izabe''s number as a priority contact,


    so her ringtone and message alert were different from others.


    As soon as he heard the message alert, he knew it was from Izabe. He quickly put down the


    kitchen knife, and didn''t even bother to dry his hands before pulling out the phone.


    Water droplets from his hand sshed onto the phone screen. He hastily wiped it off and opened


    the message. It was Izabe''s lingerie measurements.


    He stared nkly at the numbers, feeling not just his ears but his whole face burning up.


    All the staff around Casey were men. He didn''t want to disclose this important information. Luckily,


    he could shop directly from the mall online.


    Casey leaned against the kitchen wall, phone in both hands and opened the shopping app, heading


    straight to the lingerie store.


    He had never picked out lingerie for a girl before. It felt like stepping into a new world, looking at the


    myriad styles. He couldn''t help but imagine what Izabe would look like in them.


    If his mind had a conscience police, he''d be serving a life sentence for his constant inappropriate


    thoughts.


    With a flushed face, Casey picked a few conservative styles, added them to his cart, and selected a


    few sets of clothes for Izabe. All in all, he spent about a hundred grand.


    Once he paid, all he had to do was have his assistant pick it up from the store and bring it over.


    Not long after he paid, Casey heard a knock on the door. He was stunned. The delivery couldn''t be


    this fast, could it?


    Without thinking much, he assumed it was property management. He went to the door and nced


    at the surveince monitor.


    Two men were standing outside, a bit blurry. He adjusted the monitor, and one of the men looked up


    towards the camera, their eyes meeting through the screen.


    How could it be him?


    Casey harboured some inexplicable hostility towards Brett. Over the years, he barely visited the


    Windham family, and probably hasn''t even seen Brett five times.


    Casey was puzzled why he would show up here. Not to mention due to some cousinly affection,


    their two families didn''t have a good rtionship, let alone good enough to drop by unannounced.


    He watched the surveince video. Brett raised his hand and pressed the doorbell.


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    This time it was much more urgent. The ringing of the doorbell was so annoying that Casey''s head


    hurt.


    Even though they didn''t get along, it didn''t mean he''d leave him out in the cold. Casey wanted to


    know what Brett''s purpose was foring there.


    He opened the door and bluntly asked, "What are you doing here?"


    "Where''s Izabe? She''s here with you. I need to see her."


    A surge of hostility immediately rose in Casey''s heart. He looked at Brett, cautious and filled with


    murderous intent.


    "How do you know she''s here with me? Besides, what''s it to you if she''s at my ce? Do you know


    her?" He still had his hand on the doorknob, ready to shut the door and send the guest away at any


    moment. For some reason, hearing the name "Izabe" from Brett''s mouth made him feel especially


    annoyed.


    Brett was soaked in dampness. He had hurried here just to see Izabe, an unharmed Izabe.


    No one knew how nervous he was, especially seeing Casey blocking his way, thinking that Izabe


    was just in the room behind him, that Izabe and Casey were under the same roof. He felt like he


    was going mad.


    Brett''s eyes were red, and it felt like a cat with its ws out was scratching at his heart, the pain


    spreading to every corner of his body, making his lips tremble.


    Brett was always calm in dealing with things, but his calmness crumbled when it came to Izabe.


    "I..." Brett began speaking, but before he could get the words out, he heard a sound from inside.


    "Caseyr, who are you talking to?"


    Brett, hearing the familiar voice, trembled. His palm clenched tightly against his thigh, his body as


    rigid as if immobilized, staring at the gradually emerging Izabe.