Chapter 317 Crying Out Andrew in His Arms ( Part 2)
Andrew glanced down at those delicate hands.
She had no clue, just holding on like that, strolling out of the cemetery.
Behind them, Nathan was holding an umbrella, lost in his thoughts.
Last night, Andrew called Grace boring. Maybe it wasn't Grace who was boring, but after seeing someone better, everyone else just seemed meh.
On the way back, Andrew had the driver take Chloe's car.
Chloe sat next to Andrew, chatting away.
Nathan was driving and grinned. "It's rare that Andrew doesn't find it annoying."
Halfway through, Andrew got a personal call from a college buddy in Syeattel. There was a get-together in the afternoon.
After a few words, Andrew glanced at Chloe and chuckled. "You guys are doing this on purpose, right? You know I'm single, and you still insist I bring a date. Trying to mess with me?"
Andrew stretched his arm and gently patted the seat. "Alright then!"
He hung up the phone.
Normally, Nathan would have set him up with a date, someone well-behaved and sensible who wouldn't cause trouble and could be presentable. But now, with Chloe in the car, Nathan couldn't quite figure out what Andrew was thinking, so he stayed quiet.
Sure enough, Andrew put down the phone and looked at Chloe. "Come have a meal with me."
Chloe hesitated, wondering if Andrew's friends would be a bunch of old dudes.
Andrew's tone was indifferent. "There's money in it for you."
Chloe agreed.
Back at the hotel, Andrew changed his clothes.
Still a white shirt and black trousers, but he left two buttons undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the strong lines of his arms.
His physique was one that any woman would like.
He still drove that black sports car and took her to a very discreet high-end club, a members-only place that ordinary folks wouldn't even know existed.
The Hawkins family was wealthy, but in a different circle, Chloe had never been here.
The manager didn't dare look at Andrew too much, just led them to a private room and said, "Mr. Devereux, have fun!"
Andrew nodded slightly, keeping his cool.
The grand golden doors slowly closed, and Andrew leaned against the door, lighting a cigarette.
It seemed like he came here often.
The private room was large, with the dining area separated from the entertainment area. At this moment, a dozen or so men and women were sitting at the dining table, waiting for Andrew.
Andrew had just finished his first puff of smoke.
A very distinguished man came over with a glass of red wine. "Andrew, you're really hard to get!"
Then he glanced at Chloe and laughed. "Who's this young lady? She's gorgeous!"
Andrew slowly exhaled a smoke ring. "A junior."
The man didn't believe him.
No one would believe Andrew's words. After all, the men in their group always brought their lovers to gatherings. Although Andrew wasn't married, he had a few lovers.
In the morning, Grace had called, hinting around.
The man couldn't help but make some lewd comments. Andrew smiled faintly. "I'm not lying! She's from the Hawkins family, Frederick's sister."
The men in the private room were all stunned.
Why did Andrew bring her here?
Andrew reached out and patted Chloe's head. "Don't say anything inappropriate to her."
He had Chloe greet them. "This is Gregory Powell."
At this moment, a very pretty woman came over. She was quite young, perhaps even younger than Chloe.
She was very close to Gregory.
Chloe greeted them, "Mr. Powell, Mrs. Powell."
The woman laughed.
Everyone in the private room laughed.
The men laughed at Andrew, and the women, though outwardly laughing, were somewhat touched inside. How many could live as innocently as Chloe?
The atmosphere at the dinner was very good and relaxed.
Rather than a dinner, it was more of a social gathering to maintain their connections. Most of them were people of status, and maintaining good relationships was always beneficial.
Among them, Andrew held the highest status.
The new energy resources he controlled were enough to ensure these people would never worry for the rest of their lives.
Of course, they are also useful for Andrew.
Some folks wanted to cozy up to the Hawkins family and Frederick, coming over to toast, but Andrew shut them down, saying straight up, "She doesn't get those things."
So no one dared to push it further.
Andrew headed to the restroom, and Chloe trailed behind him. Everyone in the private room could tell something was off, but since Andrew said she was just a junior, they wouldn't dare utter another word.
Andrew washed his hands.
Chloe leaned in close and whispered, "Andrew, they all seem kinda scared of you!"
Andrew turned off the faucet.
He'd had quite a bit to drink and lit a cigarette to chill.
He thought about what Chloe said. Yeah, even though these were his old classmates and they had mutual favors, there was no doubt they all wanted to rely on him.
At that moment, others might fear him and kiss up to him, but if he ever fell, they'd probably stomp him into the ground, leaving him shattered!
Only Chloe was this simple.
He even regretted bringing her here.
Just then, there was some noise from inside the restroom, a mix of pain and pleasure. At first, it was just a faint sound, but as things heated up, both parties seemed to lose all restraint.
The restroom door shook violently.
The seductive sounds of a woman, sometimes soft, sometimes urgent, were mixed with the man's satisfied gasps.
Chloe was stunned.
Even if she was naive, she could guess that the relationship between the man and the woman was definitely not that of a married couple. If they were married, they wouldn't be so impatient, especially people of status.
She thought about the ages of the women in the private room.
Chloe felt wronged.
These men had all brought their lovers, but Andrew had brought her.
Her eyes reddened, and she glared at Andrew.
Andrew continued to smoke slowly, his usually refined face now showing a hint of the deep, unfathomable nature unique to adult men.
Chloe angrily kicked him.
She had thought Andrew was upright!
Andrew, holding his cigarette, gently grasped her wrist and lowered his voice. "Why are you taking it out on me?"
She continued to glare at him. He clearly knew.
But where he held her wrist, a tingling sensation spread.
Andrew stubbed out his cigarette and prepared to leave with her.
Just then, the people inside finished their business. In a moment, they were walking out, whispering, "Let's go to the hotel after the gathering! This isn't enough!"
Chloe was at a loss.
In a few seconds, those two would come out and realize they had been overheard.
Andrew's gaze deepened. He suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into the women's restroom.
The door slammed shut.
Chloe's heart was pounding, and she looked around, biting her lip. "What if someone sees us when we go out?"
Andrew pressed her against the door.
Chloe didn't sense the danger at all.
Andrew lowered his head, his fair, slender face brushing against her ear, and asked hoarsely, "Are you afraid of being misunderstood?"
She nodded dumbly.
Andrew chuckled lightly. Actually, even if someone saw them, it wouldn't matter. No one would be surprised by what happened in this private room.
He had been drinking and found Chloe, who was in his arms, particularly soft.
Their bodies rubbed together, and Chloe's breathing became rapid.
She didn't dare move, knowing that even a slight shift would press her closer to him. And leaning against him like this, she realized he wasn't as thin as she had imagined. He wasn't bulky but was all lean muscle.
Andrew wasn't ignorant about women. He sensed her unease and gently patted her head.
"Are you scared?"
Chloe whimpered.
Andrew cupped her face with both hands and said in a low voice, "Call me Andrew, and we'll go out."
"Andrew." She said in a broken vioce, her lips trembling and her legs almost giving out.
She didn't know what was happening to her.
She felt ashamed.
But her true feelings couldn't lie; she liked him.
Andrew's face moved closer, inch by inch, until it was right in front of her.
"I called you Andrew." She was about to cry.
Andrew responded with a hum, then gently held her head, pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her deeply. She resisted a bit, but he used some force to hold her in place, saying hoarsely, "Be good!"
Chloe's eyes widened as she watched him invade her.
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