Chapter 910

Andrew chuckled and said, “The beginning doesn’t matter; what matters is the outcome. And look at you, Fran, every night, you end up sleeping in my big, comfy bed, sound asleep!”

Francesca pouted, reluctant to admit it, but still mumbled, "Well, that’s actually true. I’ve been sleeping pretty well these days."

Andrew smirked to himself. Of course, she was sleeping well–every night, she fell asleep completely satisfied, both in body and mind! Unlike him, who, despite being in top shape, still felt sore every now and then after their long and intense nights together.

After breakfast, Francesca left for work as usual at Jayrodale General Hospital. Now that she was living in Andrew’s hilltop estate, she had also brought her BMW sports car up. Since Andrew was not always available to drive her, it was more convenient for her to take her own car.

“Drive safe,” Andrew pinched her soft, round cheek as he reminded her.

Francesca leaned out of the car window and huffed, “Jerk, we’re out of condoms at home!”

Her face immediately turned bright red, and before he could respond, she slammed her foot on the gas and sped off.

Andrew chuckled. So, the little troublemaker had been thinking about that, huh? Nonetheless, he had no time to buy any. Kenny and that mysterious Golding family were supposed to arrive in Jayrodale today. It was time to settle the conflict once and for all.

As Francesca drove down the hill, her thoughts started running wild. Lately, Andrew had been wearing her out every single night. By the time she got to work, her legs were trembling, and she felt like she had no strength left at all.

More than once, she had sworn to herself that she would not go to him again that night–that she would not let that beast have his way with her. However, the moment she got back to her own place, her heart would start racing, and her whole body would itch with anticipation. She could not resist it. She would always end up running back to his estate, climbing into that massive bed, and letting him claim her all over again.

Yes, Francesca had completely fallen for that intoxicating pleasure. At first, she had been shy and flustered, but now, she had come to accept it. Even though she kept complaining that she was exhausted and her legs were jelly, she was shocked to realize that, after a whole week, her thighs were no longer weak. Instead, it was something else entirely–something even more thrilling. Even in the middle of their most intense moments, what she felt was not pain or exhaustion–it was pure, overwhelming ecstasy.

“That bastard is probably busy today… Should I just buy the condoms myself?” she muttered to herself.

Yet, the thought of walking into a store to buy them made her face burn with embarrassment. She pulled into the parking garage at Jayrodale General Hospital but did not get out right away. Instead, she sat in her car, frowning in frustration.

“But if I don’t get them, and we run out tonight, wouldn’t that kill the mood?”

Then, a lightbulb went off in her head.

“Wait, I don’t even have to buy them! The hospital gives them out for free, and they’re the best–quality ones too! As the hospital director, taking a few dozen home shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Maybe just four or five. No need to overdo it.”

But as soon as she made up her mind, she changed it again. "Actually, screw it–I’ll take 50. 50 isn’t too much, right?"

Feeling triumphant, Francesca finally stepped out of her car, and her mood instantly lifted. Just as she was lost in thought, a deep chuckle suddenly came from behind her. “Dr. Aicker, you seem to be in an exceptionally good mood this morning. Something good happen?”

Francesca stiffened and snapped her head around. A few large black SUVs were parked in the shadows of the underground garage as if they had been waiting for her all along. A stocky man in a crisp white suit stood in front of them, smiling at her. She did not recognize him, but the man standing beside him–the one with a grim, menacing face–was someone she had seen before.

Kenny–Michael’s father.