Chapter 263 Wait for Me for Two Years
She was stuck in the car, no way out.
Her hands were all red from slapping, and tears were streaming down her face.
No matter how cool and collected she'd been around him lately, right now, she was back to being that helpless girl in front of Andrew, unable to fight back.
She hated herself for it!
Andrew hit the brakes. He turned to look at her tear-filled eyes, and it hit him hard.
He was a sharp guy; he could totally see she still had feelings for him. If she didn't, she wouldn't be flipping out like this.
Andrew gently touched her face, trying to calm her down like a kid, "I'm not gonna do anything. We just need to talk, Chloe. Don't we have at least that much trust left? If you don't trust me, trust your mom; she's cool with this."
He was smooth.
She had no fight left in her.
Andrew got out first. He walked around, opened her door, and watched her in the dark.
Chloe's neck was all tense, veins popping out.
Andrew was super patient.
After what felt like forever, Chloe finally got out, ignoring him and walking ahead.
Under the dim streetlights, her slim figure was hidden in the shadows of the sycamore trees. Early autumn, leaves already looking kinda dead, adding to the gloom.
Andrew shut the car door. He quickly caught up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms before she could react.
Maybe it was the night, or maybe the scene just got to him.
All his promises of restraint went out the window.
He kissed her under the tree, holding the back of her head, pressing her roughly against the trunk, kissing her so deeply she could barely breathe.
"Andrew. Let go of me."
Chloe pounded on his shoulder, struggling like crazy, but she couldn't shake him off.
Soon, her mouth and nose were filled with the scent of tobacco.
His smell was everywhere.
Andrew looked clean, but she knew that once he touched her, his faint masculine scent would stick around for a long time.
The rough kiss went on forever.
Finally, he let her go.
Then, his lean and handsome face got a slap, the sound echoing in the night.
Andrew was charming and suave.
But everyone knew he had a bad temper. Women were just a distraction for him; no woman dared to act spoiled with him, let alone slap him.
Only Chloe had the guts to do that.
After the slap, she turned her head, eyes red. "What gives you the right to kiss me? Andrew, what do you take me for? Did you bring me here to keep being your secret side chick?"
Andrew pressed his tongue against his cheek, realizing it must have been bruised from the slap.
She really packed a punch!
His gaze darkened. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself."
He hadn't had her in a long time, and he wasn't some saint; he knew his body still craved her. He hadn't forgotten those wild moments over the years. Not for a second.
But Andrew had his limits; he knew that kiss was over the line.
He apologized, "Let's go up. There are some papers you need to sign."
Chloe hesitated but agreed. They had a kid, and with his clout, she was scared he'd fight her for custody.
A bit later, they walked into the apartment.
The place was as fancy as ever, clearly well-kept.
There were even freshly washed fruits on the dining table, all her favorites.
Andrew closed the door, followed her gaze, and said softly, "I had Nathan prep these. After all these years, he still remembers what you like."
Chloe stood frozen. She pinched her hand hard, reminding herself not to fall for his smooth talk again.
Andrew was a master at winning hearts.
He was too slick, able to hit the mark with just a few words.
If she hadn't been hurt so deeply, she might've been tempted by him again, maybe even losing herself in this luxurious apartment tonight.
But she wasn't naive anymore.
She spoke calmly, "I think what you want to talk about is Gavin. Say it now, then take me home. I'm not like you. I agreed to date him, and if I keep flirting with you, it'd be too disrespectful."
Andrew laughed angrily. "Do you care about him that much? Are you really not gonna marry anyone but him?"
She didn't respond.
His gaze dimmed a bit. He walked to the sofa, sat down, and motioned for her to sit. "Come over; check out these documents."
Chloe pressed her lips together.
She sat down, and there was a stack of papers in front of her. She opened a few pages; it seemed to be about Gavin's child support.
Chloe didn't refuse.
Gavin was their kid; if he was willing to pay for his upbringing, she had no reason to say no.
That's what Charlotte always said.
Charlotte said if she couldn't get the man, she would get his money. Like when she broke up with Frederick, the checks Frederick gave her got bigger each time.
But Andrew made it super complicated.
She was a top student in business school, but even she felt dizzy looking at it.
Andrew watched her, noticing she looked healthier, with a bit more flesh.
He found it kinda interesting. Chloe wasn't that young anymore, but her face was always a bit chubby, probably because she was carefree and didn't stress much.
Right now, her small face was all scrunched up with worry.
Andrew smiled faintly. 'With her brain, she might not figure this out even if she stared at it all night.'
He liked seeing her like this.
He went to peel some fruit.
Back in the day, when they hung out here, she wouldn't lift a finger, just call out "Andrew" under him. He took care of everything. Now, even though he couldn't do much, with her here, he couldn't help but want to take care of her.
Andrew carefully picked a few fruits, peeled them, and made a fruit platter, handing it to her.
Chloe glanced at him. He looked at her quietly. "I didn't put poison in it."
He had actually seen her having dinner with someone at a fancy restaurant tonight, but through the glass, he noticed she ate very little, probably because it didn't suit her taste.
Chloe ate a few pieces of fruit.
From the side, her small mouth was puffed up, looking kinda cute.
Andrew's heart softened, and he couldn't help but say gently, "There are ingredients in the fridge. Let me cook for you."
Chloe was visibly stunned.
She put down the documents and suddenly spoke softly, "Mr. Devereux, our affair is over. Besides Gavin, we have no relationship. Don't make it seem like we're still the same as before; there's no need for that."
Andrew was just tying on an apron.
He paused at her words, turning his head to look at her. "Chloe, what if we do?"
The air was deathly silent.
This apartment stored memories once vibrant with love, but now just a powerless indifference contrasted to that of the past.
Andrew took off the apron and walked back to his original seat.
He decided to be straight with her.
"Chloe. What you have in your hands is most of my personal assets, the part that the Devereux family can't touch. I think you should know this is way more than just child support. Chloe, stop calling me Mr. Devereux; call me Andrew."
Chloe's voice was a bit stiff. "You want to get back together with me?"
Andrew looked troubled.
He had never begged anyone in his life, never lowered his stance, but he knelt at the Hawkins family that day.
He impulsively wanted to marry her.
But then something went down in Copenhegan, and two technicians on an important project died.
Both died in car accidents.
The scene was a mess, with no evidence left behind.
Andrew couldn't risk her and Gavin's lives, and he couldn't tell her the truth. Because that project was top-secret, already in operation for three years.
No one knew he had a kid, except Nathan.
So he gave her these, with only one request. "Chloe, wait for me for two years."
Chloe was stunned. Her lips trembled, and it took her a long time to recover.
After a while, she asked softly, "Why should I wait for you? Three years ago, you always made me wait. I waited in Syeattel, and waited in this apartment. And now, you want me to keep waiting. Mr. Devereux, do you think a woman has many two years to waste?"
She was already in her thirties.
She had given birth to his child, and now he wanted her to wait another two years.
She got what he meant; she'd be his mistress, and he'd come to Syeattel to see her, just like three years ago. How dare he make such a request?
Chloe pushed away the documents.
Her expression was colder than when she arrived. "Mr. Devereux, I don't want any of this."
Andrew sat there.
Chloe left, and he didn't chase after her. He just made a call to Nathan, his tone weary. "She left; take her home."
Then he hung up.
He quietly picked up the documents, looking at the numbers, all things he wanted to give her.
She didn't want them.
Yeah, the Hawkins family didn't lack money.
This illustrious man couldn't give her love, couldn't give her a stable life. In other words, he couldn't give her anything she wanted.
She was right not to wait.
Why should she wait for him? For his age, or for him to keep her hidden?
Andrew suddenly leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes slightly, but he couldn't stop the warmth at the corners of his eyes.
Chloe didn't take Nathan's car.
She called a cab.
She sat in the car, crying her heart out, so much that the driver couldn't bear it and handed her a big pack of tissues.
She cried as she called Charlotte.
It was late, but Charlotte quickly answered, her voice gentle, "Chloe, what's wrong?"
Chloe sobbed.
She pressed a tissue to her nose, her voice choked. "Charlotte, he's such a bastard. How could he treat me like that? I used to think he liked me, but I hate him so much now."
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