Amelia could see that he was getting more and more upset, and she didn't want to make things worse. "We just had an argument," she said, trying to downplay the situation. "It wasn't a big deal."Henry adjusted himself on the bed, his eyes still burning with anger. "So tell me," he said, his voice calmer now but still with an edge to it. "What did you guys argue about that made him hit you? Don't tell me it was all about me."Amelia stood frozen in front of Henry, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a response to his question.How was she going to tell Henry that she finally gave herself to a man and that man happened to be Andrew, and to top it all up, he was doubting he's the first man she has been with?Her thoughts were interrupted by Henry snapping his fingers in front of her face. She blinked and refocused on the present, shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts.Amelia, what are you thinking?" he asked, concern etched into his features. "Was the argument that dee
Nanny Grace looked at him with concern in her eyes. "Calm down, dear," she said gently. "I think you should be focused on your face right now. You look terrible. Let me get some hot water ready for you.""Thanks, nana," Andrew replied, feeling grateful for her kindness. He winced as he touched his face, feeling the pain in his bruises.Nanny Grace turned back to face Andrew, her expression one of surprise at the mention of his lawyer. "Your lawyer? Mr. Finn?" she repeated, seeking confirmation.Andrew nodded, his face set in determination. "Yes, there are some documents I need back from Amelia. The ones Alexander gave her to sign while I was in a coma.""Oh, okay, dear," she said slowly. "But can't it wait? Your face is still bruised and you need time to heal."Andrew shook his head, his eyes flashing with anger. "No, it can't wait. I need those documents urgently, and I have some scores to settle with James Thompson."Nanny Grace sighed and nodded."Okay, dear," she said, her voice s
As Andrew made his way down the stairs to the living room, he could feel the weight of Mr. Finn's gaze on him. He knew that his bruises were still visible, despite his attempts to freshen up."Wow, Mr. Reynolds," Mr. Finn exclaimed as he stood up from his chair. "So nice to see you after several months. It's good to see you back on your feet. We all thought you weren't going to make it."Andrew scoffed at Mr. Finn's words. He knew that there were people out there who wanted him dead."Who wants to kill Andrew Reynolds?" he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else in the room.But Mr. Finn seemed to take Andrew's words as a rhetorical question. He simply smiled and said, "I'm happy to see you, sir."Andrew sank down onto the cushions with a sigh, his bruises still painfully visible on his face and neck."Thanks for making it here so quick," Andrew said as. "I really need those documents as soon as possible."Mr. Finn nodded. "Always at your service, sir," he repli
Andrew Reynolds stood at the door of his grand mansion, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He winced as he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his side, a reminder of the brutal fight he had had with Henry.He pulled out his sunglasses and slipped them on, hoping to conceal the bruises and cuts on his face. Moments later, the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the entrance of the mansion. Andrew stepped out, adjusting his shades and taking a moment to compose himself. He stood tall, his hands in his pockets, as Tony rushed to open the car door for him.Without a word, he made his way inside the car. He had a job to do, and he needed to focus. "There's a briefcase in the living room," he said to Tony. "Bring it to me."Tony quickly exited the car and rushed inside, returning shortly with the briefcase. Andrew took it from him, placing it carefully on his lap. With a sense of purpose, he leaned back into his seat and the car pulled away from the mansion
Andrew looked at her with a stern expression, but he didn't say anything. He just took the card and handed over the money.The girls quickly dressed and left the apartment, and Andrew walked over to the front door, shutting it behind them. He turned to look at James, who sat on the chair, drunk.Andrew stood in front of James, feeling a mix of anger and frustration.James looked at him as he asked, "so what brings you here Andrew? Don't tell me you've come to kill me."Andrew couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the statement. "How ironic James, so tell me, why did you bring Amelia here?"James shrugged, a drunken smirk on his face. "Is that what she told you?"Why did you bring Amelia to your place?" Andrew asked, his voice firm.James smirked, as if he found the question amusing. "Is that what she told you?" he asked, taking another swig of whiskey.Andrew shook his head. "No, that's what happened," he replied, his tone becoming more serious."Did you plan on buying my shares fro
Andrew sank onto the bed beside Lila, his heart pounding with desire. She looked at him with amusement, a glint of mischief in her eyes."Easy there, I didn't know you missed me this much," she teased, trailing her fingers down his arm.Andrew didn't respond, instead leaning in to capture her lips in a fierce kiss. Lila responded eagerly, her body molding to his as they tangled together on the bed.As they broke apart, panting and gasping for air, Lila looked up at Andrew with a mixture of desire and curiosity.He kissed Lila's neck, as she leaned back into his embrace, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I knew you wouldn't get over me so easily," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.Andrew pulled back, looking at her with curiosity. "What made you so sure?" he asked, a slight furrow in his brow.Lila smiled knowingly. "Amelia isn't your type," she replied simply, before pulling him back into a deep, passionate kiss."You know what I mean, Andrew." She continued." Amelia i
As he stood under the shower, the water washing away the sweat and the memories of the past, Andrew couldn't help but wonder if Lila was right. Did he still want her? Or was he just seeking a moment of comfort and familiarity? He scrubbed his body under the shower, letting the cool water cascade through his body. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to his recent intimate moment with Amelia. It was different, something about it felt deeper, more meaningful than anything he had experienced before. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was a sense of connection that he didn't feel with Lila.As he stepped out of the bathroom, his thoughts were interrupted by Lila's voice. "Hey, drop my towel," she said with a mischievous smile. Andrew chuckled and used the towel to dry his hair before draping it over his shoulders."Come over to the mansion, Lila," Andrew suggested, hoping to spend more time with her. But Lila seemed hesitant. "I don't know how long I'll be in
Andrew rubbed his eyes and yawned as he shuffled towards the bed. He gazed at Lila, still sound asleep with her hair strewn across the pillow. They had had a rough night, but it was worth it.He gently untangled himself from her embrace and stood up, stretching his arms and legs, trying to work out the kinks from last night's activities.He walked over to the window and opened the blinds, letting in the bright morning sunlight. The view outside was stunning, with the trees and mountains in the distance.Andrew then pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked the time. 8am - not too bad, he thought.He also checked to see if there were any messages from Tony. He was supposed to come pick him up this morning, but there was no message from him.He scrolled through his messages to see if there was any message or if Tony left any, but it was clear. He let out a small sigh and set his phone down on the table.He decided to make himself some coffee, but as he walked into the kitchenette