Chapter 326 He Set up Their Home in Syeattel (Part 1)
Chloe rolled back into Syeattel, thinking she wouldn't see Andrew for ages. But just a week later, he showed up.
It was late when he called. "Get to the door!"
Her heart skipped a beat. Andrew was in Syeattel?
Clutching her phone, she quickly threw on a dress and dashed downstairs. Patrick was still up, reading the paper. He glanced at her. "Heading out this late?"
"Penelope wants to grab a bite." And with that, she bolted.
A sleek black sports car was parked outside Hawkins Mansion. Andrew, all in black, leaned against the car, smoking, blending into the night. When he saw Chloe, he opened his arms, and she fell right into them, breathing in his scent.
After a bit, she teased, "You almost burned me!"
Andrew chuckled, put out the cigarette, and kissed her. She was a bit nervous, being right outside her house and all. He seemed to get it, giving her a quick kiss before pushing her into the car.
Chloe buckled up slowly, eyes shining. "Where we headed?"
She wanted to ask if they were hitting a hotel but didn't want to seem too eager.
Andrew glanced at her. They hadn't seen each other in a week, and he missed her like crazy. He'd carved out some time just to see her.
He grabbed her hand, voice a bit rough. "You'll see."
Chloe nodded, playing along.
The black sports car zoomed down the road, stopping an hour later in front of a swanky apartment building on Broadway. This place was known for its high prices and top-notch privacy. Only big shots and celebs lived here.
Andrew led her upstairs to a 1200-square-foot apartment, decked out in luxury, with a vinyl record spinning in the living room, adding a classy vibe.
Chloe shrugged off her coat and looked around. Andrew let her explore while he poured her some milk in the kitchen.
She wandered in and hugged him from behind, voice shaky. "Andrew, what's this place mean?"
She was scared of being just a side piece. Even if he wasn't married, being kept outside still felt wrong.
Andrew handed her the milk. "Drink up."
She shook her head, wanting answers.
Andrew touched her hand, voice rough. "Chloe, I can't give you a legit marriage right now or even walk openly with you. Meeting in hotels is too low for you. I know what you think of this place, but it's not like that. Think of it as your home, and me as your husband. Here, I'm just yours."
This was the best he could do for now. A private spot where he'd spend as much time as he could with her. Once things with Lola settled, they could go public.
Chloe felt a mix of embarrassment and happiness. This was the home Andrew had given her.
Andrew, seeing she was calm, said softly, "I got two toy rabbits in the bedroom. Nathan lined up to get them. Do you like them?"
She leaned into him, sweetly saying, "I like you more!"
Andrew pulled her close and kissed her. After a bit, she started complaining about being hungry. He patted her butt. "You eat so much but never gain weight."
She had a killer figure, slim waist, and all. Andrew loved it.
He started cooking while she hovered around, eventually asking why Nathan wasn't there.
"Want him here all the time?" Andrew laughed. "Even when we're getting it on, should he watch?"
Chloe almost cried from frustration. He was so shameless, teasing her just because he was older.
After some playful banter, Andrew lifted Chloe onto the kitchen counter, letting her watch him cook. A guy who never did housework now found joy in these simple moments with her, way better than clubbing or listening to Grace sing.
He remembered Chloe asking why he wasn't married last time.
Andrew used to think it wasn't about being busy or his status. He just hadn't met someone he wanted to settle down with—until Chloe came along.
He always figured if he got hitched, his wife would be some super capable woman. But then Chloe showed up, and she was nothing like he imagined. She couldn't do much, really. Just cling to him and call him Andrew. Act spoiled, give him the cold shoulder when she was mad.
But he loved her for it, no reason needed.
Andrew cherished Chloe like crazy. She wasn't just a wife to him; she was his girl, and he spoiled her rotten.
After dinner, she saw how tired he was and offered to do the dishes. Andrew wouldn't let her near them. He was older and felt he had to make up for it. He pampered her, thinking Chloe should never feel worse off with him than with the Hawkins family. If she did, he'd feel like a failure.
In one night, Chloe felt this place was home. But staying out all night needed an excuse, and Penelope covered for her.
Late at night, after a call, she went back to the bedroom. Andrew had already showered and was leaning against the headboard in a bathrobe, looking half-asleep.
Seeing how tired he was, Chloe felt a pang of guilt. She tried to sneak into bed without waking him, but as soon as she lay down, he pulled her into his arms.
Andrew touched her waist lightly. "Finished your call?"
She hummed in response.
He pulled her closer, their breaths mingling, hot and heavy. His voice was rough. "How about a quickie?"
He reached for the bedside drawer, pulled out a small box, and placed it on the pillow. The next second, he pressed her down and kissed her.
Chloe felt bad for him. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but he looked so tired. She hugged his waist and lied, "I'm on my period!"
Andrew paused, then his nose gently brushed against her. After a moment, he laughed. There was no smell.
Chloe's face turned red. She tugged his hair and whispered, "Let's just cuddle and talk. We don't always have to do it."
Andrew didn't push it. Holding her, he pretended to complain, "Don't pull my hair again. If I go bald, I won't look good!"
He was always conscious of his age.
Chloe smiled softly, hugging his waist. "How long can you stay?"
Andrew patted her head. "I gotta leave tomorrow afternoon."
Tomorrow morning was packed with meetings. They only had this one night, so he cherished it.
She felt a bit down but understood. She knew how much Andrew treasured her. He gave her all his free time.
As she was drifting off, she buried her face in his neck. Andrew was already acting like a husband.
Before dawn, he woke her up for two rounds. Afterward, Chloe was wiped out and fell asleep. Andrew, though, was full of energy. He showered, made her breakfast, and even prepped lunch for her to heat up later.
After finishing everything, he went back to the bedroom and sat by the bed. She was still sleeping. Andrew pinched her cheek, his voice soft. "I'll have dinner with you tonight before I head back to Copenhegan. Don't go back yet."
She mumbled a sleepy response. Andrew gave her a light kiss before leaving.
When he got in the car, Nathan teased, "You're so happy cooking and doing laundry for Chloe."
Andrew brushed off his trousers, acting cool. "Chloe was throwing a tantrum. Just calming her down. No big deal."
Nathan smiled. He was genuinely happy for Andrew. In his early forties, Andrew had finally found someone he loved. How could that not make Nathan happy?
Nathan playfully asked for a reward. Andrew thought for a moment and generously gave him a house in Copenhagen, a place most people could only dream of. For the driver, Andrew arranged a job for his kid.
All these moves showed how much he wanted to protect Chloe. With the people around him not gossiping, she'd be safe.
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