Chapter 397

Natasha trembled but stood her ground. “Andrew, I know I’m no match for you, but I’m not someone to be trifled with either. You at least owe me some compensation.”

“What do you want?” Andrew asked with an amused smile.

“I’m not greedy—just give me some of that medicine,” Natasha said, her eyes lighting up as she held out her hand.

Andrew chuckled and tossed her a small vial. “You say you’re not greedy, yet you ask for something money can’t buy.”

Natasha’s face lit up with delight as she examined the vial’s contents. “Well, at least you have some conscience,” she said, carefully tucking it away.

Her eyes roamed over Andrew’s form as her cheeks flushed. “I have one last request. If you agree, then I’ll be yours forever.”

“Let’s hear it,” Andrew said with a laugh, “but I’m warning you—nothing excessive!”

Natasha stepped closer until she was nearly pressed against him and whispered, “Andrew, I want to be your woman. I’ve never submitted to many men, but you’re different. Take me, and both I and the entire West End will be yours.”

Her allure was unique—different from Lauren’s fiery passion, Francesca’s innocent charm, or Christina’s cool demeanor. She possessed an intense sensuality that could bewitch any man.

Andrew stepped back, shaking his head. “I can give you the medicine, but matters of the heart can’t be forced.”

“Darling, I’m offering myself willingly,” Natasha purred. “Are you really going to turn down what’s being freely given?”

“It’s not about that. I have my principles,” Andrew replied wearily.

Natasha bit her lip and said, “Fine, I know your personality—force won’t work. So, I have a different request, and if you agree, I’ll follow you from now on.”

“Just tell me what it is.” Andrew sighed in relief, thinking anything would be better than her previous proposition.

Natasha smiled. “It’s simple. You don’t have to accept me now, but someday in the future, you must give me a chance to become your woman.”

As Andrew was about to refuse, Natasha’s eyes welled up with tears. “Darling, you must think I’m shameless and desperate, don’t you?”

“Why are you crying?” Andrew asked helplessly.

“Do you think I enjoyed having to charm disgusting men like Ernest?” Natasha said softly.

She continued, “I may be the leader of West End with exceptional fighting skills, but at my core, I’m still just a woman—a widow without any man to rely on. Today, you proved yourself honorable by not taking advantage of me.”