Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3154

Iridessa did not rush to strike and slowly removed her disguise. First, her hair, then her top, and her pants.

She stood barefoot on the balcony.

Taking a deep breath, Iridessa felt satisfied with her current self.

Just then, a faint bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. For a brief instant, her figure appeared on the glass. Even in that split second, her golden hair, blue eyes, and doll-like, delicate face were clearly visible.

She looked just like Nyx.

However, the real Nyx had already fallen into deep sleep in sweet satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Iridessa, disguised as Nyx, stared at the man through the glass. Finally, Iridessa bent low and entered the bedroom. She took the dagger from her mouth and placed it outside the door.

True, perfect covert arts could not allow even the slightest flaw. If she carried a blade, her heart would inevitably harbor killing intent. With killing intent, the powerful man before her would be able to sense it.

If that were the case, she would end in failure. Her bare feet stepped on the floor, silent as a cat.

Iridessa picked up her pace, passing through the bedroom door into the living room.

At this moment, Andrew had poured himself a glass of water and was drinking while gazing at the endless rain curtain outside.

Setting down the glass, Andrew turned around and smiled gently, "Why'd you get up? Huh… Nyx, your heartbeat's a bit fast."

Iridessa flashed a bashful smile as she pursed her lips and said, "I can't sleep! You're such a bad man… You made me so sore all over. How could I fall asleep easily?"

Andrew looked apologetic and sat on the couch with his gaze lowered.

Iridessa took the opportunity to sit on Andrew's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. A subtle, mysterious fragrance wafted toward him.

Andrew held her and laughed, "You're a bit unusual tonight. Are you just too happy? Usually, you fall asleep right away every time!"

And to strike, she needed even more demanding conditions. Even in this current situation, with the two of them embracing intimately, she did not have confidence in a single fatal strike.

She knew very well that as soon as the thought of killing arose in her mind, the man pressed against her would instantly sense it and snap her neck.

Iridessa's slender, soft fingers traced inch by inch across Andrew's back. She could clearly feel the endlessly flowing blood within Andrew's body, as well as wave after wave of condensed energy fluctuations.

At any moment, he could unleash power capable of destroying everything.

'Vance's combat ability is far inferior to Andrew's…' Iridessa thought somewhat sadly.

Poor Vance always wanted to find an opportunity to duel Andrew one-on-one. He would never accept his previous defeat.

"Nyx, what's wrong?" Andrew suddenly looked up, somewhat puzzled. "Why do I get the feeling you're a bit down?"