Andrew said, "It''s simple. In three months, I''ll have my students spar with you.


    Then we''ll see whoes out on top."


    Chantelle replied dismissively, "What if they lose? What happens then?"


    Andrew looked at her. "Nothing much to say. How about I give you my full


    attention for three straight nights?"


    Chantelle first blushed with anger. Then, her face turned red as she red at


    Andrew. "Make it a full week. That''s my final offer. Either agree or forget about it."


    Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Women in their 30s really do have bigger appetites!


    Okay, no problem."


    "But what if you lose?" he asked smoothly.


    Chantelle did not even hesitate. "I won''t lose. But if I do? You can do whatever


    you want."


    Andrew chuckledzily. "Ms. Garcia, you never learn, do you? Remember our first


    bet? You lost that one too, and the price you paid... Well, let''s just say that scene


    is still burned into my memory. It was glorious."


    By now, Chantelle was mostly immune to Andrew''s teasing. After all, he''d already


    pushed her buttons more than once.


    "That was then. This time, I''m not losing. Martial arts isn''t some casual hobby.


    You''re seriously overestimating yourself."


    She was being very assertive.


    Andrew smiled. "Fine, let''s leave it at that. If you lose, I''ll deal with you however I


    want. I don''t have any good ideas right now, but I''ll probably make you wear ck


    stockings. So you better prepare yourself mentally!"


    Chantelle froze in ce. She could not understand why she had be so


    different from before. Previously, she had focused on her career, and the man she


    admired most was Derek, her superior.


    Back then, her eyes were full of pride and disdain, and she did not take Andrew


    seriously at all. But now, everything had changed imperceptibly. She had given


    her virginity to this guy and shamelessly came back for another round with him.


    Now, she did not even feel disgusted


    by his demand for her to wear ck


    stockings. Instead, she felt


    somewhat eager and excited about


    it. She thought, ''Am I actually a


    closeted freak? Or am I just as


    messed up as Aspen?''


    Chantelle''s expression kept changing as her thoughts raced wildly, making her


    feel extremely embarrassed.


    Andrew waved his hand and said, "If there''s nothing else, Ms. Garcia, I need to


    get back to training."


    Chantelle gave a cold smile and stepped closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper.


    "You might''ve just ruined a life."


    "Ruined a life? What the hell do you mean?" A bad feeling rose in his chest.


    Chantelle pointed at her stomach


    and raised her chin. Her pale neck


    gleamed in the light as she said, "I''m


    pregnant. And guess what? You''re


    the father. So, if that''s not ruining a


    life, what is?"


    Andrew''s face turned dark immediately. He silently cursed at his luck.


    Damn it. He had taken her that night by the riverside, after their treasure hunt in


    the mountains, and there had been zero protection involved.


    He had not thought it woulde back to bite him.


    "Don''t worry. I''ll take responsibility." Taking a deep breath, Andrew epted it


    calmly.


    Chantelle suddenly chuckled. "Just


    kidding, I''m not pregnant! Well, that''s


    all for now. Bye! Oh, and be careful


    went to the southern beaches for


    vacation. Her soldier boys might


    cause you trouble!"


    With that, she walked away smugly, swaying her hips.


    Andrew was fuming and beckoned to Dn, "Come here, let''s spar for a while!"


    Momentster, Dn''s agonized screams echoed across thewn. "Mr. Lloyd! I


    get that you''re pissed, but don''t take it out on me!"


    When training finally wrapped, Andrew got a call from Logan. "You need to get


    over to the Ulrich residence. If you keep dodging them, everyone''s gonna start


    thinking you really killed Cillian."