Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1798

Andrew chuckled. "I was just kidding. It was just a friendly spar, so there was no need to talk about winning or losing. Come on, I'll take you inside to patch you up."

Andrew's tone shifted casually, dropping the whole ‘black tights' thing. Then, he turned to lead the way.

As he walked off, he glanced back at the trio and barked, "You three, keep training! No slacking off. If I catch anyone slacking, your training's getting doubled!"

Lauren and the others immediately got serious and picked up the pace.

Chantelle followed Andrew reluctantly, clearly in a foul mood. "My injuries are fine. I don't need treatment. I only came here to inform you that I'll be investigating the parasite poison situation with Hank starting today."

Andrew raised a brow. "With Hank, that scumbag? Whose genius idea was that?"

Chantelle looked disgusted. "Relax, I know exactly what kind of trash he is. Besides, men are all the same anyway. I don't care whose idea it was, but I'm not giving him an ounce of respect."

Andrew nodded. "That parasite poison situation isn't minor.. Since Special Ops is getting involved, it makes sense for you to join the investigation."

They walked into the first-floor living room, but Andrew did not stop. Instead, he continued straight upstairs.

Chantelle found it a little odd but followed anyway. Then, they reached the second floor, and Andrew still did not stop. He kept climbing.

She grew suspicious and halted. "Wait a minute. Why are we going up to the third floor? Isn't that your private space?"

Andrew turned with a casual grin. "Exactly. The third floor is my private floor. That's why it's the perfect place for you to change into those black tights for my viewing pleasure."

Chantelle was dumbfounded. "What? You called me here not to treat my injuries, but because you're still thinking about those black tights?! Andrew, do you have no shame?"

She was close to losing it.

Andrew stayed calm. "Don't make a fuss. A bet is a bet. You agreed to wear black tights for me, remember?"

Chantelle clenched her jaw. "I'm warning you! Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen are all downstairs! You want me to change into that in front of you? You seriously think that's appropriate?"

Andrew shrugged. "Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be? I told them to focus on their training, didn't I? Don't worry, my star pupils are all very obedient. No one's going to interrupt your performance."

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