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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 909

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Chapter 909

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The next morning, Andrew woke up at his usual time, feeling well–rested. Turning his head, he was surprised to find that the curvy little troublemaker beside him had already gotten up. Only a faint trace of her perfume lingered on the sheets.

“You’re finally up! Come have breakfast–I already made everything!” Francesca’s sweet, round face peeked through the doorway, her smile bright and cheerful.

Andrew got dressed, tidied up the bed, and made his way to the dining room. “Fran, why are you up so early today? If you’re tired, you should sleep in a little longer.”

He sat down and started eating, flashing her a teasing smile.

Francesca sat across from him, her damp hair still dripping slightly from a fresh shower. Her delicate, round face was smooth and flawless, her long lashes fluttering as she gave him a bashful look.

She said, “I’m not tired! You’ve been handling so much lately, and today, you still have to deal with Kenny and the Golding family. So I figured I’d let you rest while I took care of breakfast!”

Andrew chuckled. “Fran, you’re so thoughtful. If only you could be my wife.”

Francesca’s cheeks turned crimson in an instant, and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to be your wife. Lauren’s your wife–I’d just be… at best, your girlfriend.”

Andrew could not help but admire her beauty. Her fair skin practically glowed, soft and radiant. When she smiled, dimples appeared on both cheeks, making her look impossibly sweet.

Beneath the innocent face, her petite body was wrapped in a silk robe that barely contained her curves–full in all the right places, with a figure so dangerously stunning it was almost sinful.

She was the perfect mix of an angelic face and a devilish body.

Noticing Andrew’s heated gaze, Francesca bit into her toast and shot him a playful glare. “Eat your food. Where the hell are you looking? Andrew, you’re getting more and more shameless!”

Andrew smirked, ignoring her protests. “You used to sleep in after I wore you out all night. But today, you’re up before me. That’s weird… unless my skills are slipping?”

Francesca nearly choked on her food, her face burning. “Of course not, you jerk! You still exhausted me last night, okay? But…”

Seeing her biting her lip with that adorable, flustered look, Andrew laughed. “But, after a week of intense training, you’ve finally built up some endurance?”

Francesca’s face turned even redder. She bared her teeth like a feisty kitten, muttering, “You damn pervert! No matter how many rounds we go, you’re never satisfied! I swear, if you don’t take it easier on me, I’ll stop coming over!”

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