Login via

Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1934

Summary for Chapter 1934: Rising from the Ashes (Andrew)

Chapter 1934 – A Turning Point in Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) by GoodNovel

In this chapter of Rising from the Ashes (Andrew), GoodNovel introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 1934 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.

Freya whispered, "Andrew, don't say anything. Just kiss me! Don't worry, I'm doing this willingly. You don't have to take responsibility for it!"

Freya's lips pressed against his, soft and warm, but after a couple of kisses, Andrew managed to stop himself and gently pushed her away.

"Don't do this, Ms. Freya. You'll regret acting like this!"

Freya was already lost in the moment, her voice trembling like a frightened fawn.

"Andrew, please don't say anything else. I don't want to hear it. Right now, all I want is for you to kiss me… Kiss me like you mean it! I heard everything you said to Hannah just now!

"You think I'm better than her, don't you? You don't have to deny it… I heard it all. Thank you, Andrew, for seeing me that way. I don't want to give you up to her. I want to be the one by your side. So please, let me be selfish just this once. I don't want to hold back anymore!"

Her voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes, and she started sobbing. However, she did not stop. She clung to Andrew with wild desperation, trying to kiss him again.

At the same time, she grabbed his hand and shoved it inside her bra.

Andrew instinctively tried to pull away, but froze. If he forced his hand back, Freya would definitely get hurt.

In that brief moment of hesitation, his hand was already gripping the soft, warm flesh. The sensation hit him like a jolt, sending shivers down his spine.

Even with his composure, Andrew couldn't deny how intoxicating that touch was.

Freya let out a soft moan, practically melting into him, kissing him over and over. Her tongue moved boldly, in ways that would make any censors flinch.

She had just gotten back from her talent agency, still dressed in her sleek officewear: heels, black stockings, and a body-hugging blouse. Her body carried a subtle, intoxicating fragrance, and with her flushed cheeks as she threw herself into his arms, Andrew felt his blood surge.

His mind suddenly flashed with one intense thought: take her right here, right now, in the Keller residence's bathroom.

Chapter 1934 1

Verify captcha to read the content.Verify captcha to read the content

Reading History

No history.

Comments

The readers' comments on the novel: Rising from the Ashes (Andrew)