Chapter 1799

Andrew easily caught Chantelle's hand mid-strike. Then, he stepped forward sharply, pinning her against the wall in one smooth move.

"You-" she growled, the spark in her eyes flaring with real anger. She lifted her knee, aiming a kick at him.

However, Andrew was faster. His leg slipped between hers, firm and unyielding, stopping her in place.

Chantelle's breath caught. She could feel the pressure of his muscular thigh locking her in place, and her heartbeat pounded wildly.

How could this jerk be so damn forceful?

They were face to face, so close their noses nearly brushed.

"Don't test my patience. You lost a bet. Now honor it. Don't make me force your hand," Andrew whispered in her ear.

felt a rush of heat that made her squirm. It was not from

brute! Let go, Andrew. That's an order!" she snapped, though her voice lacked the

into his arms without warning and carried her up to the third

body bounced once, twice, as she scrambled upright. Her mouth opened, ready to yell. However, something soft landed on her face. She pulled

a pair of

her hand, immediately sensing how thin it

Andrew said as he leaned against the frame, blocking the

this prepared in advance? You

Andrew grinned. "Of course.

was

to deny it, but he cut

it. I like it,

no way out, and she could not make a scene. If Francesca or the others came running in, she

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