Chapter 928

Andrew chuckled, "I always thought you were the undisputed head of the household, Mr. Rhodes. Turns out, Mrs. Rhodes has the upper hand!"

Jameson, slurring his words, waved a hand dismissively. "Who says she has the upper hand? I’m the boss in this house! Come on, let’s keep drinking. If she dares to interfere, I’ll… I’ll deal with her!"

Andrew grinned. "Alright, let's go. Three more rounds on me!"

He then turned to Tiana with an innocent look. "Mrs. Rhodes, you saw it yourself. I’m not forcing him to drink. He’s just having a good time!"

Tiana let out a cold laugh, her eyes shooting daggers at Andrew. If looks could kill, Andrew would have been a goner by now.

Lauren and Francesca, having finished their meal, sat back and watched the drama unfold. Seeing Tiana’s furious expression, they struggled to hold back their laughter. Andrew was truly something else–mischievous to the core.

Tiana was clearly the least happy person at the table tonight.

At one point, Andrew excused himself to go to the restroom.

Lauren followed him, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. "Andrew, do you see how mad you’ve made my mom?"

Andrew feigned innocence. "Me? I wouldn’t dare mess with Mrs. Rhodes. She’s too intimidating!"

He then exhaled, the smell of alcohol on his breath, but his face showed no signs of intoxication.

Lauren gasped, realizing he had been faking it. "You sneaky guy! You weren’t even drunk, were you?"

Andrew smirked. "Of course not. I could drink your dad under the table ten times over. Did you hear him, though? He gave us his blessing!"

Lauren beamed, wrapping her arms around Andrew from behind. "I heard! You’re amazing, Andrew. You won him over so easily."

Andrew sighed. "Your dad’s an honest man. Winning him over wasn’t hard. It’s your mom I’m worried about. She’s a tough nut to crack."

Lauren giggled. "Don’t worry. Like Dad said, he’s the head of the family. If he approves, Mom can’t really object in the end."

Andrew suddenly felt urgent. "Lauren, step outside for a bit. I need to use the restroom."

Lauren’s smile turned mischievous as she bit her lip and teased, "Want me to help you?"

Andrew looked embarrassed. "Uh… this is the men’s room. That’s not exactly appropriate."

Lauren huffed. "Relax. It’s late, and no one’s coming in. I checked when I walked in!"

Before he could protest, she grabbed him. Then, the sound of running water filled the restroom.

Lauren smirked. "Andrew, I have to say… it doesn’t seem that big."

Andrew chuckled. "You’ll have your chance to experience it. I promise you won’t be disappointed."

Lauren scoffed. "Yeah, no thanks. Fran already warned me you nearly broke her!"

Andrew smirked. "Did she also tell you that when a girl says that, sometimes… she means something completely different? Some women, when they say they 'can't take it anymore'–they’re actually loving every second of it."

Lauren huffed, her face turning red. "You’re such a pervert, Andrew. I’m going back. Don’t forget to wash your hands!"

She dashed off, her cheeks burning. That had been her first hands-on encounter with Andrew, and she could not believe how bold she had been.

Andrew finished up, zipped his pants, and was about to leave when he remembered Lauren’s reminder. He turned back to wash his hands. Many guys skipped that step, but Andrew decided he would be the kind of man who always washed up.