Chapter 446 Sleeping with Me, Just Because I'm Drunk? Part 2
Right then, he just wanted to hug her so bad.
But Andrew held back.
He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "You won't forget!" This place was packed with their best memories; no way she'd forget!
Chloe dropped her hand, staring blankly ahead.
She gave a faint smile, lost in thought. After a while, she said, "What's the point of remembering?"
She said it again, her voice shaky with emotion.
Andrew felt a stab in his heart. He got out of the car, opened her door, and bent down to pick her up. She wasn't totally drunk and pushed back a bit, "I don't want to go in!"
Andrew's face was close to hers, his voice rough. "Where else can you go like this?"
He kicked the car door shut and headed for the elevator.
Chloe, weakened by the booze, clung to his neck, scared of falling.
She got dazed again. She breathed in his familiar, comforting scent in the elevator they'd taken a million times, like the past was just yesterday, like they were still that sweet couple sneaking around for dates every week.
Tears welled up in Chloe's eyes. Sometimes she felt super drunk, other times she felt clear-headed.
She was hurting.
Maybe only when she was drunk did she dare to rest her face lightly on his shoulder.
Tears fell softly.
She murmured "Andrew," then felt ashamed and buried her head in his shoulder, silently crying.
Andrew's heart was breaking.
The elevator door opened, and he pulled out the key to unlock the door.
Everything inside was just like it used to be, even though Andrew didn't come by often, someone kept it clean.
Andrew carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.
The bed was soft, and her body was even softer.
Andrew couldn't bring himself to leave. He knelt by the bed, gently brushing the hair from her forehead. She had her eyes closed.
Andrew hadn't held her in so long. "Chloe," he called her name softly.
Chloe slowly opened her eyes and saw his handsome face, tinged with a hint of desire.
His gaze was deep and unreadable.
The next second, he gently kissed her lips.
Startled, she looked at him with wide eyes.
Andrew, driven by desire, grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head before she could resist. He kissed her urgently, uncontrollably, stirring up memories for both of them.
They both remembered how they used to be completely wrapped up in each other on this bed, back when she was innocent and naive, always lying in his arms, softly pleading with Andrew.
But now, even though her body was being caressed intensely, her tears kept flowing, soaking the sheets.
Andrew stopped. He rolled over to lie beside her, gently pulling her into his arms.
"Don't cry," he coaxed softly.
Chloe struggled, but she couldn't break free from his embrace.
Andrew was tall. Chloe looked delicate and small in his arms. She kept crying, her tears soaking his shirt, just like in the past.
Andrew patted her back, waiting for her to calm down, then pulled the blanket over both of them.
She quieted down.
He knew it was the alcohol that made her relax; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to sleep with him, let alone in such an intimate embrace.
Andrew still wanted her.
Chloe in his arms had long eyelashes that trembled lightly, looking very obedient in her sleep. He couldn't help but kiss her lips.
She instinctively turned away.
At that moment, Andrew felt like his heart was being ripped apart!
His Adam's apple bobbed, and after a long internal battle, he gently pressed her beneath him. He was deeply moved, supporting himself with one hand and holding her face with the other, kissing her.
The night wore on.
When they sexually came together again, she cried intensely.
Andrew kissed away her tears, gently soothing her.
"Andrew." She finally not held back, reaching out to hold his shoulders and back.
In the early morning.
Chloe woke up, feeling sore and utterly exhausted.
She sat up.
The surroundings were familiar yet strange; it was the apartment on Broadway.
She suddenly pulled back the blanket to look at herself.
She was wearing a man's shirt, light blue, fresh with a faint masculine scent.
She groaned and fell back onto the bed.
Everything from last night replayed in her mind.
She remembered everything—from the drunken tears and physical contact to the passionate entanglement that followed!
They had slept in the same bed again!
Chloe clenched her fist, lightly hitting her head twice.
The bedroom door opened. Andrew stood at the door, impeccably dressed, showing no signs of last night's indulgence.
He looked at her quietly, speaking gently, "Your assistant called and said you have an appointment this morning. Get up and have breakfast; I'll take you there!"
Chloe looked at him.
She knew in her heart that he wasn't satisfied yet; he still wanted more.
Chloe wasn't a young girl anymore. She simply dropped the blanket, not covering herself, and jumped out of bed, though her legs cramped slightly when they hit the floor!
She cursed him silently in her heart.
Andrew came over to help her, but she pushed him away.
"I can do it myself!"
Andrew smiled faintly, sat on the sofa by the window, and picked up a newspaper, saying softly, "There are clothes for you in the walk-in closet. Change and freshen up!"
Chloe went into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of brushing teeth came from inside.
Andrew put down the newspaper, listening quietly.
He hadn't enjoyed such a family vibe in a long time!
Chloe quickly finished freshening up and went to the walk-in closet to change.
She had left some clothes there in the past but hadn't taken them away.
But when she opened the closet, she was stunned.
A closet full of new clothes, from brands she loved, but suited for her current age, mostly very feminine.
She looked at them quietly, then couldn't help but touch the fabrics.
She was deeply moved.
These were prepared by Andrew, but what was the point!
Chloe silently changed her clothes and walked out.
Andrew was sitting on the sofa, watching her.
Sunlight streamed in through the glass window behind him, casting a golden glow on his back, making it hard for her to see his expression, but he looked handsome.
"Let's have breakfast!" he said, standing up.
Chloe stopped him, "Andrew, I need to talk to you!"
Andrew guessed what she wanted to say, thought for a moment, and sat back down.
Chloe stood at the walk-in closet door.
After some deliberation, she said directly, "I was drunk last night! But even if I was drunk, you shouldn't have taken off my clothes and slept with me! Andrew, we're both adults; what happened doesn't change anything!"
Andrew's voice turned cold, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Chloe didn't hold back, "Let's just pretend last night never happened!"
Andrew turned his face away. After a long pause, he said softly, "If it were before, you would have cried and asked me to take responsibility."
Before Chloe could respond, he stood up again. "I get it! Let's have breakfast!"
He was still gentle, but his tone had changed, and Chloe could sense it.
But she wouldn't back down because of that!
During breakfast, she looked up at him, "On the way, buy me some pills!"
Andrew's lips tightened slightly, "You're in your safe period."
"I don't trust it!" Chloe said, lowering her head and swirling the milk in her glass, "Our relationship is already complicated enough. We already have two kids entangled in this; I don't want to add another one."
After all, it would always be her giving birth and raising them alone.
Andrew's expression softened. He indeed had no intention of getting her pregnant, partly because they already had two kids and partly because of his own health.
But she didn't need to take the pills!
Chloe was quite insistent; she was afraid of getting pregnant.
In the end, when Andrew was taking her to the set, he still pulled over to the side of the road, and Chloe wanted to get out to buy the pills. He gently held her hand.
Andrew was quite traditional; for morning-after pills, it was better if the woman didn't have to do it herself.
Andrew walked into the pharmacy.
He asked the pharmacist for a box of morning-after pills, and while paying, his eyes fell on a small square box of condom packs. After some thought, he picked up two boxes of size L.
Andrew returned to the car.
He had water on hand, so he opened the bottle and personally handed her the pill.
Chloe took it, frowning slightly.
Andrew couldn't help but pat her shoulder. She was slightly startled, then her eyes turned a bit red.
Andrew fastened his seatbelt.
After thinking for a moment, he placed the two boxes from his pocket into the glove compartment, making Chloe hard to ignore. Chloe's face flushed slightly.
She bit her lip, "Andrew, I said this was just a one-time thing."
Andrew responded with a hum.
He looked at her, and after a while, asked somewhat intriguingly, "Didn't you enjoy it last night?"
Both of them had been alone for a long time.
They both knew how pleasurable last night was.
Chloe, of course, didn't answer. She lowered her head, playing with her fingers, and hummed lightly, "As long as it's a man."
"Chloe!"
Chloe looked up.
Andrew gently touched her face and said, "Don't say that!"
She wanted to speak, but he had already let go and started the car.
He didn't speak again afterward.
Chloe guessed he was angry. She felt quite helpless; she hadn't even lost her temper, and he was already mad!
So she didn't say anything either.
When they got out of the car, they were both in a bad mood!
By noon, Andrew softened first. He called her, wanting to invite her to lunch.
Chloe didn't answer. Later, she sent him a Facebook message, saying that last night was just a fling.
Andrew was so angry he threw his phone.
He couldn't get over her words: "As long as it's a man."
In the office.
Nathan saw Andrew was angry and good-naturedly picked up the phone, placing it gently on the desk, then played the peacemaker, "You were so sweet last night. You need to coax her. Think about it; things are different now than they were back then! Back then, you were in your prime in her eyes, but now..."
Andrew threw a cup. "What about now?"
Nathan, still good-natured, picked it up and placed it back on the desk, winking lightly, "It's not like before. All men are the same. Think about it; did you not make her happy last night?"
Andrew leaned back in his chair.
As a man, he actually cared about that.
But last night was great; he was sure Chloe had enjoyed it.
A woman's reactions don't lie!
He snorted coldly.
Nathan smiled again, "Then it must be something else you didn't do right! Chloe is used to being treated like a queen by everyone around her. If you don't coax her and instead show her a bad attitude, you won't stand a chance! Men are everywhere, right?"
This hit home for Andrew.
He shooed Nathan, the peacemaker, away!
After Nathan left, he sat quietly, thinking. He realized Nathan made sense!
Andrew picked up the phone and called Chloe's assistant, finding out she was at a restaurant for lunch.
Andrew checked and found it wasn't far.
He grabbed his car keys and jacket, walked out of the office, and went to find her.
Nathan was still outside. Seeing him come out, he beamed, "That's the way! You've been intimate; her heart will surely soften!"
Andrew was speechless.
He hadn't said anything, so how was Nathan so sure?
But he didn't argue, feeling a bit sweet inside.
Ten minutes later, he parked in front of the restaurant, unbuckled his seatbelt, and was about to get out.
He looked up and froze.
Behind a large pane of glass, Chloe was dining with someone.
It was a fairly young man, looking refined and well-dressed.
From their expressions, it was clearly a date.
But they seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.
Andrew's hand, which was unbuckling the seatbelt, slowly relaxed, and he leaned back in his seat.
At that moment, he really needed a cigarette, but there were none at hand.
He quietly watched her talking to the man, occasionally smiling, not letting the conversation lag.
He could tell she didn't dislike the guy.
Andrew didn't get out of the car; he just sat there, watching her intently.
Finally, Chloe noticed Andrew.
Her pupils contracted slightly. Then she looked away, continuing to eat and chat.
Andrew didn't know how long he waited, almost masochistically, until she finished.
Finally, Chloe said goodbye to the man. They added each other on Facebook.
When Chloe left, she didn't avoid Andrew. She even opened the car door and sat beside him. "Andrew, let's talk."
Andrew turned to her, his face expressionless.
He asked her back, "Talk about what? About how you got out of my bed this morning and went on a date at noon? Chloe, is that what you want to talk about?"
Chloe looked at him quietly.
After a moment, she spoke softly, "I thought I made it clear this morning. It was just a one-time thing. Besides, last night was an accident. I didn't ask you to be with me; you dragged me into your house."
"Andrew! I'm talking to you now because you're Gavin and Natalie's father."
Andrew turned his face away.
He said lightly, "Do you really have to go on dates? Chloe, will you never consider me again?"
Chloe felt a pang of pain.
She didn't want this. If she could, she wouldn't want any contact with Andrew.
She didn't want to love him, nor did she want to hurt him.
After a long while, she still nodded. "Yes, I won't consider you anymore! We ended over two years ago."
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