Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1555

Once his strength somewhat recovered, he dragged Chantelle to shore. After placing the heavy woman on a flat rock, Andrew had completely exhausted what little energy he had regained and collapsed beside the stone, falling into a deep sleep.

Sleep was the most efficient way to restore his strength. Of course, it would be even better if he could eat first and then sleep, but unfortunately, they had lost everything.

They had no food, flashlight, hunting knife, phone, or anything.

Fortunately, the small bottle of pills he kept close to his body was still there, though Andrew was too exhausted to even think about them.

During this deep sleep, Andrew felt like he was having an endless dream. In it, he seemed to return to his days in the military—gunfire and bullets, assassinations and more assassinations, blood, countless corpses, and such.

The memories flooded his mind one after another, making him gasp heavily until he suddenly woke up.

He looked beside him and cursed, "Damn it!"

He realized Chantelle was gone and wondered if she had fallen back into the underground river and been swept away, or had some wild beast dragged her off in this desolate wilderness.

Andrew was rarely this panicked as he forced himself up despite his exhaustion and walked around a large boulder.

There he discovered a completely naked woman by the water's edge, wringing out her clothes.

Her large breasts were in full view, her snow-white buttocks facing partially toward Andrew, as she worked diligently to squeeze every drop of water from her garments.

What made it even more torturous was that Chantelle had removed even her last line of defense.

Andrew smiled quietly, not making a sound to disturb her—he swore this was the most beautiful scenery he had encountered since entering this underground tomb.

Chantelle usually wore work uniforms that made her chest look quite flat, and he was surprised how big her breasts were, without even a hint of sagging. She must be using some kind of binding undergarment—women in official positions were always careful about such things. Otherwise, it might test the willpower of certain older officials with questionable self-control.

Her leg muscles were firm and powerful with well-defined lines, indicating that this government princess took her martial arts training seriously.

Thinking about how she had just posed in such an embarrassing position for a grown man like Andrew to see, Chantelle wanted to dig a hole and hide inside forever.

"Ms. Garcia, I swear I didn't see anything!" Andrew said with complete seriousness as the ice queen approached, spouting utter nonsense.

Chantelle raised her hand and swung it toward Andrew's face with a sharp slap.

Unfortunately, Andrew dodged it easily. "That's enough! It's not like I forced you to put on a show for me. You're the one who wasn't careful about stripping naked out there."

He frowned, his tone turning colder. "I saved your life, and this is how you repay me? By slapping my face? That's pretty unreasonable, Ms. Garcia."

Chantelle's hand was caught by Andrew. She struggled angrily to pull it back, but could not break free. "Let go!"

"I won't let go unless you promise not to hit me!"