“Have you seen enough!” Isabella walked up to him and swiftly snatched the wish card he was holding in his hand.

Then, she haphazardly gathered the other scattered wish cards lying on the sofa.

Andrew didn't stop her actions, just lounged slightly on the couch, legs casually crossed, eyes half-lidded, smiling at her.

She felt quite uncomfortable under his gaze, glaring at him fiercely. "Andrew, don't get too pleased with yourself."

He chuckled, slightly puzzled. "How come there are so many ...