Chapter 315 This is Andrew (Part 3)
In the elevator, a bunch of bodyguards had Andrew surrounded like he was the president or something.
Chloe was squished up against the side, looking all pale and weak after downing three sleeping pills and getting her stomach pumped.
She tried to wiggle her way towards Andrew.
The bodyguards, looking all tough and mean, blocked her path, making Chloe feel pretty bummed out.
Nathan saw the whole thing and started cracking up.
Andrew finally said, "Let her through!"
The bodyguards parted, and Chloe squeezed in next to Andrew. She stuck her tongue out at them, looking kinda adorable.
Andrew couldn't help but think about the little baby bottle she had in her bag.
He chuckled to himself. His tired body felt a bit lighter. Maybe this was the magic of hanging out with a young girl.
Andrew's hotel suite was massive, like 3,000 square feet of pure luxury.
There was even a mini gym inside.
He was super busy. After they got in, he ordered dinner, and Nathan went to handle it.
In less than half an hour, a chef rolled in a cart loaded with fancy dishes. Andrew didn't even look up from his papers and casually said, "Young girls these days dig spicy food, right?"
Chloe nodded eagerly. "Yep!"
The three of them sat down to eat. It was clear Nathan was Andrew's right-hand man and knew how to keep the conversation flowing.
Chloe couldn't handle the spicy food too well.
After a few bites, she was already sweating, and her eyes were watering.
Chloe finally couldn't take it and whined softly, "Why do we have to eat in the suite? The spicy smell is gonna stick around forever!"
It was obvious Andrew loved spicy food!
Andrew had noticed but didn't say anything. Chloe's flushed face was pretty funny.
He glanced at Nathan.
Nathan got the hint and smiled, "Mr. Devereux's status makes it tricky to eat out! Looks like you’re not a fan of this food; I'll get you something else!"
Chloe, with tears in her eyes, said, "I want fried chicken and cider!"
She added, "Charlotte used to make it for me all the time!"
She mentioned Charlotte.
Andrew chuckled. 'Chloe's not as clueless as she looks.'
He softly told Nathan, "Get her some fried chicken and cider."
Nathan was actually pretty shocked. Andrew never bent over backward for anyone. Usually, people had to cater to him; when had he ever pampered a young girl like this?
But whatever, the fried chicken and cider showed up.
Chloe sat on the sofa by the big window, munching happily. Andrew always had a small appetite, which is probably why he stayed in such good shape.
He just sat there, watching the cheerful young girl.
She had been well taken care of by the Hawkins family.
She had taken pills yesterday, and earlier she had been tangled up with her ex-fiancé. Now she was happily eating fried chicken, totally carefree.
Andrew felt a bit envious.
The table had been cleared away. Nathan whispered in his ear, "Mr. Devereux, the person has arrived. Do you want to see them now?"
Andrew nodded.
Nathan seemed a bit nervous. "Should we go to the study?"
Andrew thought for a second. "Nah, it's not that important."
Chloe heard them talking and, swinging her legs, smiled. "Andrew, you go handle your stuff. We'll chat when you're done."
Nathan couldn't help but laugh.
Andrew didn't say anything.
Later, he met with several groups of people, all top-notch pros in their 30s and 40s.
They looked pretty impressive!
There was this super charming woman among the group. As she was leaving, she gave Chloe a once-over and asked, "Mr. Devereux, who's this?"
Andrew, not one for nosy questions, replied coolly, "Just a junior."
Chloe wanted to beg for Frederick's sake.
But Andrew had so many people to meet; wouldn't he get worn out?
Eventually, she dozed off on the sofa, hugging a pillow tight.
As night rolled in, Andrew saw off the last group.
He was beat, but he had this habit of sipping a glass of red wine to unwind when he was exhausted.
The suite was dimly lit.
Andrew had changed into a black suit, looking all sharp and composed.
He held a glass of red wine, staring at the girl on the sofa. The city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window cast a colorful glow around her, making her look almost magical.
He thought, 'How can someone be so sleepy? She's so delicate and naive, totally defenseless!'
Maybe his stare was too intense, and Chloe woke up. She rubbed her eyes and knelt on the sofa.
She was so petite.
She saw the man in front of her and called out, "Andrew!"
"You're awake." Andrew put down his wine glass and smiled lightly. "Aren't you scared, sleeping in a strange guy's room?"
Chloe's face was flushed from her long nap.
She scratched her head and said matter-of-factly, "No, you're Charlotte's uncle."
Andrew took a step forward.
He could easily reach out and touch her long hair.
But he just stood there.
Chloe knelt on the sofa, tugging at her messy hair, her voice soft. "Andrew, how old are you?"
Andrew looked at her kneeling there, and some thoughts flashed through his mind.
He just smiled lightly.
Chloe was a bit dazed. Andrew's smile was really something! She was used to being around handsome guys; Frederick was a looker, but Andrew's smile was different, it was super attractive and manly.
Her heart started to race. 'No way, Chloe. You can't be crushing on Charlotte's uncle, can you?'
Chloe was so overwhelmed by this thought that she forgot all the things she had planned to say.
Andrew casually buttoned his cufflinks. "It's late; I'll take you back."
She didn't dare say anything else and obediently followed him.
Andrew took the private elevator to the hotel's underground garage. He opened a sleek black sports car and gestured for her to get in.
Chloe sat next to him and asked softly, "Andrew, where's your secretary? Don't you usually have a bunch of bodyguards with you?"
Andrew lit a cigarette.
When he smoked, the corners of his eyes turned a bit red, giving him a kind of roguish look.
Exhaling a puff of smoke, he smiled lightly. "For personal trips, I don't bring them along."
Was taking her back a personal trip?
Chloe felt a bit flustered, even her hands on her knees couldn't stay still.
The black sports car sped down the road.
Around nine o'clock, they pulled up to the entrance of the Hawkins Mansion.
Chloe put her hand on the door handle, feeling her legs go weak. She turned her head and said softly, "Thanks, Andrew."
Andrew rested his elbow on the car window, quietly smoking.
After a moment, he flicked the cigarette butt and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm too old for girls."
Chloe bit her lip. "I'm 27; I'm not a girl!"
Andrew's fair, slender fingers gently stroked the steering wheel.
He smiled, looking refined, even a bit mischievous. "You still carry dolls and baby bottles with you; if you're not a girl, what are you?"
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