Mira must have his baby.

"Andrew, where are you?" Mira asked, her voice sounding anxious.

"What is it, Andrew?" Andrew sat up

"Your mother suddenly fainted. Hurry and come over, Andrew," Mira ended the call.

Andrew left, leaving Astrid to wonder what actually happened. Andrew rushed home to find out it was all a prank—a trick to bring him home. He saw his mother sipping tea in her room and smiling with Mira.

He was about to leave, but Mrs. Thompson went ahead of him and stood in front of the door. "You're not going anywhere."

"I still have unfinished work" Andrew replied.

"Well, you'll finish them tomorrow," Mrs Thompson said.

"What's the meaning of all this?" Andrew asked, annoyed.

"Ever since Mira came in, you have been away. What's wrong with you? What's wrong with Mira?

"She moved in. What am I supposed to do about it?" Andrew replied,

"You're not even showing any form of interest in Mira. All you do is work, work, work. You just need to spare her a little attention, and you will know who she is. You will get to like her. She's really a sweet soul."

"I prefer bitter ones," Andrew said as he walked back to his room.

He wondered why he believed Mira, why he fell into their trap so easily. He could have simply sent someone to check it out. Why did he have to come himself? He thought as he entered his room.

He saw Mira lying seductively on the bed, which made Andrew disgusted. Now that she has spent a night here, the sheets would probably have her scent. He couldn't spend the night here, not in this bed, not with Mira. He just couldn't.

He called his secretary and told her to bring all the leftover work to his house since his mother wouldn't let him go out. He must find a way to stay awake during the night so that Mira won't slide into his bed.

He picked up his pyjamas and went to the guest room, making Mira annoyed.

When Andrew walked out, Mrs. Thompson walked in and met Mira. "Now that he is finally here, you must find a way to get close to him. You must get him tonight."

"I don't think you'd be interested in me," Mira said.

"Shut up." Mrs. Thompson said. "Mira, look, you're beautiful. You just need to step up your game."

"How?" Mira asked.

"I bought this drug from an old friend of mine. It would help increase his sexual urges and which would also help you."

"How would you make him take it?"

"It's very simple. There, I'll give it to Lydia, the maid, to add it to his drink. So you need to get ready," she said with a smile.

Andrew settled into the guest room, determined to avoid Mira and his mother's manipulations. He immersed himself in work, refusing to succumb to their schemes.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Thompson handed Lydia the maid a small vial containing the drug. "Add this to Andrew's dinner tonight. Make sure he doesn't suspect a thing."

Lydia's eyes widened, hesitant. "Ma'am, I don't know if this is right. It feels wrong."

Mrs. Thompson's expression turned cold. "You'll do as I say, yidia. This is for Andrew's own good. He needs to settle down, and Mira is the perfect woman for him."

Lydia reluctantly agreed, tucking the vial into her apron pocket.

As dinner approached, Andrew's stomach growled. He made his way to the dining room, where Mira and his mother awaited.

Mira's eyes sparkled, and she smiled seductively. Andrew's instincts screamed warning, but he pushed aside his doubts.

As they sat down to eat, Lidia served the meal, her hands trembling lightly. Andrew noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

The conversation turned awkward, with Mira attempting to engage Andrew in small talk. He responded curtly, sensing a hidden agenda.

As the night wore on, Andrew began to feel an unusual, unsettling energy. His mind fogged, and his body tensed.

"Excuse me, I think I need some fresh air," Andrew said, pushing back his chair

"now that he has gone out, you need to get ready for him," Mrs. Thompson said, making Mira blush. "You're so pretty. I hope my grandkids will look like you," Mrs. Thompson said as she looked at Mira with a smile.

"I'll leave you to get ready," she said as she walked away.

Andrew left the balcony and went back to the guest room. He tried to work, but he couldn't. He couldn't focus. He discovered he was sweating profusely, which was unusual, and he wasn't nervous about anything.

He sipped the drink Lydia brought and kept by his side to calm down, and that was when it occurred to him that there might be something wrong with the drink.

He tried to control himself, his urge, his desire, his thought, but he ended up slamming the desk and squeezing the papers. He couldn't continue like this.

Mira was outside waiting for Andrew. Mira, who was outside waiting for Andrew to come, ran inside.

"What's wrong with you?" Mira asked as she stood beside Andrew in a thin, revealing nightwear, which was absolutely tempting, but Andrew knew it was their doing.

He took off his shirt because he couldn't bear the heat. He stood up, and Mira was getting excited, but Andrew didn't touch her.

So she decided to stimulate him with her hands, but he pushed her away because the last person he would ever touch in his life would be Mira.

He decided to make his way outside so John would drive him over to Astrid's place. When he got to the living room, he was stopped by Mrs. Elena Thompson.

"Where exactly are you going to?" she asked ,standing by the door.

"Get out of my way," he said as he pushed her outside and tried to open the door, but it was locked.

Andrew felt like dying on the spot,he was weak,he couldn't do anything neither could he think well. He decided to soak himself in the tub to help him. Suddenly, Mira came and took his arm as he stammered in the hallway.

Andrew bit his lips because his skin was sensitive, and he felt her touch. She touched his chest, and he felt his body tremble. Where was his heart beating fast?

It was a battle between his desire and rationality. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He couldn't. He just couldn't.

He bit his lips harder as he pushed Mira away and got into his room and dialed John's number.

"Hello, get Astrid here now," he said as he threw the phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to soak himself in the water.

"Hello, hello..."John said,but there was no response. John was confused because he was under strict orders to let Astrid step foot here, and now he wants her here, and his mother and Mira are around.

Now John's wondering what's going on, but he always knew one thing: obey all instructions given without hesitation.

So he drove over to the hotel.

"Good evening, miss," said John, when Astrid opened the door.

"How may I help you?" Astrid asked.

"Mr. Thompson wants to see you."

John replied.

"For what exactly?"

"He needs you. It's urgent."

"What happened?" John didn't know what to say because he didn't know what was happening.

"Follow me, miss," he said as he walked away, and Astrid grabbed her coat and purse and followed him into the car.