Andrew chuckled. "I was just kidding. It was just a friendly spar, so there was no
need to talk about winning or losing. Come on, I''ll take you inside to patch you
up."
Andrew''s tone shifted casually, dropping the whole ''ck tights'' thing. Then, he
turned to lead the way.
As he walked off, he nced back at the trio and barked, "You three, keep
training! No cking off. If I catch anyone cking, your training''s getting
doubled!"
Lauren and the others immediately got serious and picked up the pace.
Chantelle followed Andrew reluctantly, clearly in a foul mood. "My injuries are fine.
I don''t need treatment. I only came here to inform you that I''ll be investigating the
parasite poison situation with Hank starting today."
Andrew raised a brow. "With Hank, that scumbag? Whose genius idea was that?"
Chantelle looked disgusted. "Rx, I know exactly what kind of trash he is.
Besides, men are all the same anyway. I don''t care whose idea it was, but I''m not
giving him an ounce of respect."
Andrew nodded. "That parasite poison situation isn''t minor.. Since Special Ops is
getting involved, it makes sense for you to join the investigation."
They walked into the first-floor living room, but Andrew did not stop. Instead, he
continued straight upstairs.
Chantelle found it a little odd but followed anyway. Then, they reached the second
floor, and Andrew still did not stop. He kept climbing.
She grew suspicious and halted. "Wait a minute. Why are we going up to the third
floor? Isn''t that your private space?"
Andrew turned with a casual grin. "Exactly. The third floor is my private floor.
That''s why it''s the perfect ce for you to change into those ck tights for my
viewing pleasure."
Chantelle was dumbfounded. "What? You called me here not to treat my injuries,
but because you''re still thinking about those ck tights?! Andrew, do you have
no shame?"
She was close to losing it.
Andrew stayed calm. "Don''t make a fuss. A bet is a bet. You agreed to wear ck
tights for me, remember?"
Chantelle clenched her jaw. "I''m warning you! Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen are
all downstairs! You want me to change into that in front of you? You seriously think
that''s appropriate?"
Andrew shrugged. "Of course it is. Why wouldn''t it be? I told them to focus on
their training, didn''t I? Don''t worry, my star pupils are all very obedient. No one''s
going to interrupt your performance."
Chantelle instantly blushed, and her legs started to tremble as reality sank in.
This was way too humiliating.
She had never worn something like that in her entire life, and now, she was
expected to wear it in front of Andrew?
Just imagining it made her want to dig a hole and disappear.
"I-I''m not wearing it!" Chantelle stammered, already trying to back out.
Andrew did not push. He just smiled
faintly and said, "That''s fine. But if
you refuse, don''te begging
when you want to have some fun, I''ll
say no."
Chantelle was livid. "Andrew, don''t tter yourself like I''m hooked on you! I don''t
care if we do or don''t. I''m not addicted!"
She thought he was petty for threatening her with that.
Andrew frowned. "So you''re breaking your word? Going back on the bet?"
Chantelle had had enough. She
threw away all pretense and went
full defiant. "Yeah, I''m backing out.
I''m not wearing ck tights! I''ve
never worn them before, and I''m not
about to start now!"
Andrew chuckled. "That''s alright. You''re not used to them the first time. But the
second or third time? You''ll warm up to it."
Chantelle scoffed angrily. "In your dreams. There''s no second time!"
She turned sharply, ready to head back downstairs. Before she could even move,
her arm was suddenly yanked tight.
Andrew had grabbed her.
"Andrew, let go of me!"
She started struggling, but it was useless. Andrew was rough and pulled her along
toward the stairs.
Chantelle''s face twisted in shock
and rage: She gritted her teeth as
she struck back with a palm straight
toward Andrew''s shoulder.