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Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 820
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Chapter 820 "Be good. I'll make us breakfast-get dressed and ceat." Andrew's voice was warm as he pointed to his cheek, waiting expectantly.

Francesca's round face was still flushed pink. Seeing his playful gesture, she let out an exasperated huff, pursing her lips as if she were reluctant. Even so, she leaned in and pressed a light kiss against his skin.

Andrew grinned. "That's more like it." Francesca shot him an annoyed glare, but he only chuckled before leaving the bedroom.

When he first moved into the secluded hilltop villa of Moonlit Sanctuary, he had found the place too big, too empty. However, with Francesca occasionally staying over, the once-lonely space felt pretty good. Actually, scratch that-it felt pretty damn amazing.

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A house without a woman was not much of a home, after all. A proper balance between men and women made life way more enjoyable.

Andrew had never considered himself the kind of man who got carried away with romance, but Francesca and Lauren were not just any women. So really, this was not his fault.

Any normal guy would have ended up in the ssituation. Even if God Himself descended from the heavens, Andrew was sure he would be forgiven.

At least, that was how he reassured himself.

Breakfast was simple but nutritious, and by the tit was ready, Francesca had already gotten dressed and freshened up. However, she was walking with an awkward little limp.

She shot Andrew a death glare as she carefully sat down, only perching on one side of the chair.

Andrew smirked from across the table. "Still sore?" Francesca puffed out her cheeks in frustration and let out a huffy little sound, refusing to answer.

Andrew sighed. "Fine, I'll be gentler next time." Francesca gritted her teeth. "That's exactly what you said last time, you jerk!" Andrew arched a brow. "So... does that mean you don't like it?" Francesca's face froze. “I-I... Forget it! I don't want to talk about this anymore! You're the worst! A total pervert!" Andrew chuckled but did not push further, letting her win this round. Honestly, for someone so small, Francesca had impressive stamina. She might look all delicate and pitiful now, but he knew better.

If he ever dropped the ball or lost his edge, she would probably flip the tables and turn the garound on him. Nevertheless, that was not an outche wanted to risk.

After breakfast, Francesca grabbed her purse, ready to head to Jayrodale General Hospital for work. Just as she reached the door, she hesitated, then turned back.

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"Andrew, why don't you givea spare key to this place? Her voice was casual, but her expression was anything but.

+25 BONUS Chapter 820 Before he could say anything, she quickly added, "Don't get the wrong idea! It's just, you know, for safety! Like, if you ever forget your key, you can ctofor the spare! Her big, innocent eyes made her excuse almost convincing Andrew could have called her out on it, but he decided to play along.

"You're right," he said with a straight face. “It's always good to have a backup key.” As he handed her the spare, he added with a sinirk, “So, I'm guessing you'll be back tonight?"

Francesca snatched the key, her face instantly burning red. She stomped her foot "No! You're so full of E yourself! Goodbye!"

Andrew watched her retreating figure with an amused chuckle. Then, he pulled a a coin from his pocket, flicked it into the air, and let it land on the table. Heads.

He clicked his tongue. "Damn it... looks like I'm in for another long night. Sigh... What a toll this takes on the body.

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Meanwhile, in Bridgefields. Unlike Andrew, who had spent the night in the warm embrace of soft blankets and even softer company, Zephyr, the head of the Stevens family, had been up all night in a storm of pure rage. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "mon the two guest elders! Gather every martial artist in the family! We are heading to Jayrodale! "That bastard Andrew-he's got a death wish! I'll personally send him six feet under! 11