Andrew went downstairs to open the door, and there stood a delivery person with a beautifully crafted cake box in hand. "Sir, the cake you ordered, please sign for it."

Of course, Andrew hadn't ordered a cake. He turned to look at Isabella. She tightly pursed her red lips, displaying a hint of awkwardness.

As Andrew signed the receipt, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Just as the cake was placed on the table, Amelia returned with Asher.

The baby, seeing the cake on the table, took short ...