Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 448 - 447: Feng Shui Master 2

Isaac Ford returned to his room, sat on the sofa, taking off his suit, and leaned back because he was exhausted, his forehead aching intensely.

One hand gently placed on the bridge of his nose, pinching repeatedly, trying to alleviate the pain, yet it was still unbearable.

Ring, ring, ring...

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He had no desire to answer phone calls at this moment; just thinking about Uncle Hawthorne’s situation was enough to unsettle him.

However, the caller persisted, repeatedly dialing even after the line was cut.

He thought of his sister, with whom he had just reunited, and put down his long fingers, picking up the phone.

Caller ID: Sister.

Seeing that single word on the caller ID, the tension in his brow slowly eased, as if all the pain had vanished, the cold dissipating, his mood becoming softer.

He gently pressed his lips together, then pressed the answer button.

"Brother."

Tiana Thorne’s voice was sweet and quite penetrating, her mood seemed quite good.

Isaac Ford: "Sis, I’ll be back in a few days."

She didn’t respond to that, instead asked him, "Why did you take so long to answer the phone?"

"I’m sorry."

He felt a little guilty inside.

On the other side, Tiana Thorne lay on the sofa, with both legs lifted upwards, maintaining the same posture.

She had recently become enamored with yoga; it was said that practicing yoga would make one’s figure more perfect.

Hearing his apology, she smiled: "Brother, I won’t blame you, I’m just afraid to disturb you if you’re busy."

He replied again, "I’m not busy."

Isaac Ford tried his best to make his voice gentle, though a bit of coldness remained; an inherent trait over the years, hard to change.

"Brother, how many days is ’a few days’?" Tiana Thorne asked softly.

"I’ll do my best."

Unable to be certain, he mentally prepared himself for the worst, thinking that if Uncle Hawthorne’s health deteriorated, he might really pass away, and then he would stay until the last moment.

If his health improves, he will return.

"No rush, after all, we’re going to meet very soon." Tiana Thorne’s beautiful, foxy eyes curved, working hard to lift her legs higher, the stretching ligaments a bit painful, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

"Meet?"

Tiana Thorne laughed and said, "We can meet in a couple of days~"

"Are you coming to the Hawthorne family?"

"Smart," Tiana Thorne chuckled softly.

"Alright." Isaac Ford’s voice was pleasant to listen to, carrying a slight ease, providing comfort to those who heard it.

That was him; whether as a brother or a bodyguard, he’d never intervene in her matters, only agree unconditionally.

"I’ll hang up now."

Isaac Ford nodded, "Mm."

After the call ended, Tiana Thorne’s sweet voice crumbled, panting, she asked, "May, take a look, am I doing this pose correctly?"

May Sloane took a glance at the video, then back at her, and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Tiana, you’re truly a prodigy!"

"Oh?"

"The pose is so beautiful, even better than the yoga instructor in the video," May Sloane praised.

"So, am I going to achieve that slim waist and long legs soon?" Tiana Thorne licked her upper lip, a teasing smile in her eyes, her roguish manner making even May, as a woman, quite captivated.

"Tiana, your figure is really quite good already."

Tiana Thorne raised an eyebrow, exuding a domineering charisma: "Do you know why beauties are called beauties?"

"What...?" She wanted to know, aiming to become more beautiful herself.

"Because they pursue perfection."

May Sloane: "..."

Quite ruthless.

No wonder she couldn’t become an alluring beauty.

May Sloane blinked: "Tiana, do you think I’m beautiful?"

Right after she asked, she felt a bit regretful...

Knowing Tiana’s deadly charming demeanor was grotesque to her...

So in Tiana’s eyes, she probably was...

"Unbearably ugly."

May Sloane: "..."

She promised never to ask such silly questions again.

Finn Pierce was visiting home, Tiana Thorne mentioned she hadn’t had a beauty sleep in ages, her skin slowly becoming dull, particularly the dark circles were conspiring against her.

So, she needed to have a good sleep.

Poor May Sloane had to sleep on the sofa.

After an hour of yoga practice, Tiana Thorne took a bath, then comfortably threw herself onto the big bed.

Lying on the bed, she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a very intense scene appeared in her mind.

She was pulled into a bathtub by Aiden Shaw, the two tightly colliding, and this sensation made her calm heart suddenly a bit uneasy.

Initially, the feeling wasn’t deep, but recalling it now, she surprisingly felt her cheeks flush.

She hadn’t seen Aiden Shaw for several days, wondering if he heeded her advice, soaking in medicinal baths properly.

Next time they meet, she must thoroughly check how well he’s recovered.

She was becoming more and more like a doctor, too ethical.

After a bit of self-adoration, she drifted off to sleep.

However, the night wasn’t peaceful; she had a dream, a dream that left her thoughts adrift, her body feeling light.

Surrounded by pure white, she seemed to be lying on clouds.

She wanted to open her eyes but couldn’t, her head a bit hazy.

She only heard soft footsteps; soon, the person lay down beside her.

She smelled a faint blue musk, breathing lightly and shallowly; slowly, she felt him move.

Their closeness, intense enough to perceive his breath, lingered in her ear, spreading bit by bit, her ears feeling hot.

Her little heart pounded rapidly...

Such a strange feeling never experienced before; she nervously swallowed, then licked her lips.

He moved closer, and this proximity caused a somewhat inexplicable fluster within her, but more so—

Excitement...?

Darn!

What on earth was she excited about?

She was a little vixen!

Excitement did not match her swag.

Suddenly, his large hand landed on the back of her hand, gently stroking the webbing; this intimate action made her heart almost leap out of her throat.

"Get off—Aiden Shaw!"

Suddenly, Tiana Thorne opened her eyes.

The sunlight from outside filtered through the blinds, creating a spectrum of colorful halos in her eyes.

She blinked, gradually adjusting to the light.

Suddenly, the dream scenes felt incredibly realistic, and Aiden Shaw’s deep, handsome face inexplicably came to mind; she shook her head vigorously.

Toxic!

She actually dreamed about him.

Although in the dream she never opened her eyes, she was one hundred percent certain it was him.

Suddenly, her thoughts drifted to the flirtatious words he had said to her not long ago.

Damn, was this a spring dream...?

Was it coming a bit late?

She actually had such an unseemly dream, had she been cursed by Aiden Shaw?

Ring, ring, ring—